He look’d dismayed, neglect, despair, affright;
But dead to comfort, and on misery thrown,
His parent’s loss he felt not, nor his own.
The good man, struck with horror, cried aloud,
And drew around him an astonish’d crowd;
The sons and servants to the father ran,
To share the feelings of the griev’d old man.
“Our brother, speak!” they all exclam’d “explain
Thy grief, thy suffering:” - but they ask’d in vain:
The friend told all he knew; and all was known,