Anxiety. The Enquiry suggested.

The good folks saw the change, and griev'd to find

These troubles labouring in Phoebe's mind;

They lov'd them both; and with one voice propos'd

The only means whence Truth might be disclos'd;

That, when the Summer Months should shrink the rill,

And scarce its languid stream would turn the Mill,

When the Spring broods, and Pigs, and Lambs were rear'd,

( A time when George and Phoebe might be spar'd,)

Their birth-place they should visit once again,

To try with joint endeavours to obtain

From Record, or Tradition, what might be

To chain, or set their chain'd affections free:

Affinity beyond all doubts to prove;

Or clear the road for Nature and for Love.

Never, till now, did PHOEBE count the hours,

Or think May long, or wish away its flowers;

With mutual sighs both fann'd the wings of Time;

As we climb Hills and gladden as we climb,