Mutual Recollections.

And prov'd, that when with Tyranny opprest,

Poor Phoebe groan'd with wounds and broken rest,

George felt no less: was harassed and forlorn;

A rope's-end follow'd him both night and morn.

Andin that very storm when Phoebe fled,

When the rain drench'd her yet unshelter'd head;

That very Storm he on the Ocean brav'd,

The Vessel founder'd, and the Boy was say'd!

Mysterious Heaven!— and O with what delight —

She told the happy issue of her flight:

To his charm'd heart a living picture drew;

And gave to hospitality its due!

The list'ning Host observ'd the gentle Pair;

And ponder'd on the means that brought them there:

Convinc'd, while unimpeach'd their Virtue stood,

Twas Heav'n' s high Will that he should do them good.

But now the anxious Dame, impatient grown,

Demanded what the Youth had heard, or known,