A care, an interest in the world around?”
Silent was Richard, striving to adjust
His thoughts for speech—for speak, he thought, he must. 250
Something like war within his bosom strove—
His mild, kind nature, and his proud self-love;
Grateful he was, and with his courage meek—
But he was hurt, and he resolved to speak.
“Yes, my dear Brother! from my soul I grieve
Thee and the proofs of thy regard to leave.
Thou hast been all that I could wish—my pride