Sire Williams cried, “a friend in my sore need,
To help me now some hidden way explore,
By which my glorious purpose may succeed;
But closed to-night is every cottage door;
Yet there is one who is a friend indeed,
Forever present to the meek and poor—
I will thy counsels, mighty Lord, implore.”
XVI.
Here dropt the friend of conscience on his knees,
And prayed, with hand and heart to Heaven upreared;