They came to seek them friends, and found a foe!
Was this the fruit of all their welcome toil,
Ignoble graves upon a foreign soil?
Had they the joys of home and love resigned,
Once all their own, such guerdon here to find?
Thus must they perish—with besieging bands
Of foes without the gates, while round them stands
Yon frowning wall as if its massy height
Had risen to mock the vainly yearning sight;
And even the strength their sinking frames deny