Tears in his eyes would spite of him appear,
But he from other eyes has kept the tear:
All in a wint’ry night from far he came,
To soothe the sorrows of a suffering dame;
Whose husband robb’d him, and to whom he meant
A ling’ring, but reforming punishment:
Home then he walked, and found his anger rise
When fire and rushlight met his troubled eyes;
But these extinguish’d, and his prayer address’d
To Heaven in hope, he calmly sank to rest.