To live their Bane who snatch’d me from the Grave.
“And yet, to leave thee! leave that rosy Boy,
A Life of Toil and Penury to share!
To quit all worldly Good, all earthly Joy—
It is too hard, and more than I can bear.
“For none beside thee will I ever live—
For thee I must not, though so fond and true;
But must to Heav’ns high Will my Being Give,
And pray for Strength to bid the World adieu.”
The Brother read; it grieved him at his heart, 320