Despair, and shame, and sorrow make him rue
The hour he brought him to the public view.
And now what fears! what doubt, what joys I feel!
When my first hope attempts her first appeal,
Attempts an arduous task—Euphrasia’s wo—
Her parent’s nurse—or deals the deadly blow!
Some sparks of genius—if I right presage,
You’ll find in this young novice of the stage:
Else had not I for all this earth affords
Led her thus early on these dangerous boards.