Thus to himself each, silent, said. The past
Knew no appeal; the lot of all was cast;
The future might, perchance, hold something yet.
And when the sun arose, the sails were set,
That all might find on distant, foreign shore,
New homes, where peace would bless their days once more.
Devoted subjects they, renouncing all
To rescue captive Queen, whose complete fall
From sovereign power forbade a hope of gain;
Their only wish to save her further pain.