And many a roof its recent structure showed,
And in the harbor many a sable prow,
Rocked by the billows, at her anchor rode;
And, ah! he saw (to him no temple now)
The lowly house where erst in prayer he bowed,
And strove to lead his little flock to Heaven;
His flock no more,—with strifes now sorely riven.
VI.
He turned his eyes again to that dear spot
Where, by the door, the waiting palfreys stood: