Who art thou with anxious mien,
Stealing o'er the shifting scene?
Eyes with tedious vigils red,
Sighs by doubts and wishes bred,
Cautious step and glancing leer,
Speak thy woes, and speak thy fear;
Arm in arm, what wretch is he,
Like thyself who walks with thee;
Like thy own his fears and woes,
All thy pangs his bosom knows:
Well, too well! my boding breast
Knows the thoughts your looks suggest,
Anxious, busy, restless pair,
Manhood link'd by Fate to Care.