In saddest solitude and tears,
His thoughts would turn on distant home,
On peaceful scenes and happier years.
He thought, too, what a favour’d clime
His gallant bark had left behind;
He thought how science there, sublime,
Beam’d her full radiance on the mind.
Though destined in a stranger’s land,
Detain’d from all he held most dear,
Yet one kind hand, benevolent,