Chapter LXVIII

“He went away, and I could not detain
Him from departing in the stormy night;
He would but promise to be seen again
Where faith in freedom should my rest invite.
I’ve often dwelt on that prophetic strain,
Recalled that voice,--and rightly can recite
The words it uttered.--Oh that I had more
Their import weighed, and shunned this tyrant shore!