In some good time when I may come alone,
And drink its beauty and its blessedness.
I've been forgetful in my earnestness,
And wearied everyone with talk. These boys
Are restive grown, or nodding in their chairs,
And older heads are set, as if for sleep.
I beg their pardon for my theft of time,
And will offend no more.

_David_.

Ruth, is it right
To leave a brother in such a plight as this--
Either to imitate your courtesy,
Or by your act to be adjudged a boor?

_Ruth_.

Heaven grant you never note a sin of mine
Save of your own construction!

_Israel_.

Let it pass!
I see the spell of thoughtfulness is gone,
Or going swiftly. I will not complain;
But ere these lads are fastened to their games,
And thoughts arise discordant with our theme,
Let us with gratitude approach the throne
And worship God. I wish once more to lead