Upon the mossy bank. There was a sound
Of voices at the tent when he arose,
And lo! with hurried step a woman came
Toward him; rightly then his heart presaged,
And ere he could behold her countenance,
Florinda knelt, and with uplifted arms
Embraced her sire. He raised her from the ground,
Kiss’d her, and claspt her to his heart, and said,
Thou hast not then forsaken me, my child!
Howe’er the inexorable will of Fate