’Tis Waldegrave’s self, of Waldegrave come to tell!”
A burst of joy the father’s lips declare;
But Gertrude speechless on his bosom fell:
At once his open arms embraced the pair,
Was never group more blest, in this wide world of care.
XX.
“And will ye pardon then,” replied the youth,
“Your Waldegrave’s feignèd name, and false attire?
I durst not in the neighbourhood, in truth,
The very fortunes of your house inquire;