His bosom felt consenting tremors beat!
Alas! no season this for tender love,
Far hence the music of the myrtle grove—
He tried with soft persuasion’s melting lore
Palemon’s fainting courage to restore;
His wounded spirit healed with friendship’s balm,
And bade each conflict of the mind be calm.
Now had the pilots all th’ events revolved,
And on their final refuge thus resolved—
When, like the faithful shepherd who beholds