[1811.]
Long had a Savage roved the lonely bower,
Braved the cold storm and trod the dangerous glen,
Till touched by love’s all humanizing power,
He sought that happiest state of peaceful men.
No more wan care, his tardy hours beguiled,
But fixed in thought, in hymen’s fetters tied,
Deep in the tempting bosom of a Wild,
His every wish, hope, peace and joy abide.