That my tears must cleanse a foul nation, my lamb be a sacrifice?
VI.
Oh, I know there’s a country to save, man; and ’tis true there is no appeal.
But did God see my boy’s name, lying the uppermost one in the wheel?
Five stalwart sons has my neighbor, and never the lot upon one!
Are these things Fortune’s caprices, or is it God’s will that is done?
VII.
Are the others too precious for resting when Robert is taking his rest
With the pictured face of young Annie, lying over the rent in his breast?
Too tender for parting with sweethearts? Too[Too] fair to be crippled or scarred?