No guilty wish, no cruel passion knew:
Though tremblingly alive to Nature’s laws,
Yet ever firm to Honour’s sacred cause;
O’erjoyed he saw her lovely eyes relent,
The blushing maiden smiled with sweet consent.
Oft in the mazes of a neighbouring grove
Unheard they breathed alternate vows of love:
By fond society their passion grew,
Like the young blossom fed with vernal dew;
While their chaste souls possessed the pleasing pains