Of every aid bereft, exposed to every ill.
Thus as he sat, absorb’d in all the care
And all the hope that anxious fathers share,
A friend abruptly to his presence brought,
With trembling hand, the subject of his thought;
Whom he had found afflicted and subdued
By hunger, sorrow, cold, and solitude.
Silent he enter’d the forgotten room,
As ghostly forms may be conceived to come;
With sorrow-shrunken face and hair upright,