All unguided, unbefriended.
—There the mother-sorrow found her
And compell'd her by the weeping
Of the new-born, to encounter
With a broken-hearted welcome
Life once more, which in the torrent of her utter desolation
She had cast aside, contemning
As a burden past endurance.
—Outcast in this land of strangers,
Strange of speech, and strange in manner,