He had unlawful thoughts of many things: But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet, The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him. A fever seized him, and he made confession Of all the heretical and lawless talk Which brought this judgment: so the youth was seized How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah, And wander up and down at liberty. He always doted on the youth, and now His love grew desperate; and defying death, He made that cunning entrance I described: And the young man escaped. MARIA. 'Tis a sweet tale: Such as would lull a listening child to sleep, His rosy face besoiled with unwiped tears. And what became of him? FOSTER-MOTHER. He went on ship-board With those bold voyagers, who made discovery Up a great river, great as any sea, And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed, He lived and died among the savage men. -NAY, Traveller! rest. This lonely yew-tree stands Far from all human dwelling: what if here -Who he was That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree, |