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 said Calantha, "hear the prayer of the petitioner: grant me the blessing he has asked for me. I never more can pray. He little knows the pang he gave. He calls me good: alas! that name and Calantha's are parted for ever.

Poor wretch! who hast nothing to hope for in life, But the mercy of hearts long success has made hard. No parent hast thou, no fond children, no wife, Thine age from distress and misfortune to guard.

Yet the trifle I gave, little worth thy possessing, Has call'd forth in thee, what I cannot repay: Thou hast ask'd of thy God for his favour and blessing; Thou hast pray'd for the sinner, who never must pray.

Old man, if those locks, which are silver'd by time, Have ne'er been dishonor'd by guilt or excess; If when tempted to wrong, thou hast fled from the crime; By passion unmov'd, unappall'd by distress: