Their wives and children men support at sea,
And thou, my lad, art wife and child to me:
Farewell! I go where hope and honour call,
Nor does it follow that who fights must fall,”
Isaac here made a poor attempt to speak,
And a huge tear moved slowly down his cheek;
Like Pluto’s iron drop, hard sign of grace,
It slowly roll’d upon the rueful face,
Forced by the striving will alone its way to trace.
Years fled - war lasted - George at sea remain’d,