“Yes; such doomed mortals, alas! there be
And mine is that self-same destiny;
The fate of the lorn and lonely;
For e’en in my childhood’s early day,
The comrades I sought would turn away;
And of all the band, from the sportive play
Was I thrust and excluded only.
“When fifteen summers had passed o’er my head,
I stood on the battle-field strewn with the dead.
For the day of the Moslem’s glory