This pow’r, engaging stranger, had been thine,
In whom united worth and sense combine;
But, ah! estrang’d to all the charms of art,
To every gentle virtue of the heart,
When the fell Savage, in that dreadful shade
Where midnight darkness added horror spread.
Stole silent through the deep surrounding gloom,
Intent to finish thy unhappy doom,
Had not some favouring power repell’d the stroke,
His force averted, and his purpose broke.