When, strict enquiring, from herself he found
She was the same, the daughter of his friend,
The bountiful ; who can speak
The mingling passion that surpriz'd his heart,
And thro' his nerves in shivering transport ran?
Then blaz'd his smother'd flame, avowed, and bold;
And as he run her, ardent, o'er and o'er,
Love, gratitude, and pity wept at once.
Confus'd, and frighten'd at his sudden tears,
Her rising beauties flush'd a higher bloom,
As thus  passionate, and just,
Pour'd out the pious rapture of his soul.