Grief and confusion seized him in the day,
And the night pass’d in agony away.
“My ruin comes!” was his awakening thought,
And vainly through the day was comfort sought;
“There, take my all!” he said, and in his dream
Heard the door bolted, and his children scream.
And he was right, for not a day arose
That he exclaim’d not, “Will it never close?”
“Would it were come!”—but still he shifted on,
Till health, and hope, and life’s fair views were gone. 170