With every comfort my cold heart denied.”
He view’d his Brother now, but not as one
Who vex’d his wife by fondness for her son;
Not as with wooden limb, and seaman’s tale,
The odious pipe, vile grog, or humbler ale:
He now the worth and grief alone can view
Of one so mild, so generous, and so true;
“The frank, kind Brother, with such open heart, -
And I to break it - ’twas a demon’s part!”
So Isaac now, as led by conscience, feels,