And that unconscious you had cast a spell
On Julia’s peace, my pride refused to tell:
Yet in my child’s illusion I have seen,
Believe me well, how blameless you have been:
Nor can it cancel, howsoe’er it end,
Our debt of friendship to our boy’s best friend.’
At night he parted with the aged pair;
At early morn rose Julia to prepare
The last repast her hands for him should make,
And Udolph to convoy him o’er the lake.