And when he chose a vagabond to be,
He made his shame his glory - “I’ll be free.”
Friends, parents, relatives, hope, reason, love,
With anxious ardour for that empire strove;
In vain their strife, in vain the means applied,
They had no comfort, but that all were tried;
One strong vain trial made, the mind to move,
Was the last effort of parental love.
E’en then he watch’d his father from his home,
And to his mother would for pity come,