The less to them; and, purer can there be
Any, or more fervent, than the daughter’s prayer
For her dear father’s safety and success?’
A groan that shook him, shook not his Resolve.
An aged man now entered, and without
One word, stept slowly on, and took the wrist
Of the pale maiden. She looked up and saw
The fillet of the priest, and calm cold eyes:
Then turned she, where her parent stood and cried,—
‘O, Father! grieve no more! the ships can sail!’”