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,