But who, in thy despite, will sleep and eat:
Free thou art now! - again shouldst thou appear,
Thou’lt find thy sentence, like thy soul, severe.”
Alas! for Peter not a helping hand,
So was he hated, could he now command;
Alone he row’d his boat, alone he cast
His nets beside, or made his anchor fast:
To hold a rope or hear a curse was none, -
He toil’d and rail’d; he groan’d and swore alone.
Thus by himself compell’d to live each day,