When the wild uproar was at length allay’d,

And Earth, recovering from the shock, was still,

Thus to her father spake the imploring Maid.

Oh! by the love which we so long have borne

Each other, and we ne’er shall cease to bear, . .

Oh! by the sufferings we have shar’d,

And must not cease to share, . .

One boon I supplicate in this dread hour,

One consolation in this hour of woe!

Thou hast it in thy power, refuse not thou

The only comfort now

That my poor heart can know.