But not of all assembled—No! he found
His gentle sisters all in sorrow drown’d;
With many a shaken hand, and many a kiss,
He cried, “Farewell! a solemn business this;
Nay, Susan, Sophy!—heaven and earth, my dears!
I am a soldier—What do I with tears?”
He sought his parents;—they together walk’d,
And of their son, his views and dangers, talk’d; 760
They knew not how to blame their friend, but still
They murmur’d, “She may save us if she will;