Where innocence in paths of error drays:
But in the spotless school of virtue taught,
No other pattern for her conduct sought.
Thus undefil’d the graceful fair one grew,
“Like the young blossom fed with vernal dew.”
But lo! while she no fell disaster fear’d,
And to receive her welcome guests prepar’d;
When each warm transport in her breast reviv’d,
The grisly messenger of death arriv’d:
In his cold arms embrac’d the helpless maid,