Released at last by ukase absolute,
But famished, homeless, sick and destitute.
What followed would be tedious to recite,
The sequel, but the incidents of flight.
Alone, an outcast from my native hearth,
An aimless wanderer upon the earth,
Blown as the desert shifts a grain of sand,
Borne by each wanton gale, from land to land.
A keen observer of the play of life,
Withal a nether factor in its strife.