Visit these shores——
Raim. My father! what of him?
Speak! was he known to thee?
Pro. In distant lands
With him I’ve traversed many a wild, and look’d
On many a danger; and the thought that thou
Wert smiling then in peace, a happy boy,
Oft through the storm hath cheer’d him.
Raim. Dost thou deem
That still he lives? Oh! if it be in chains,