Despatching me with charge to Mexico,
I parted from her ne’er to see her more;
And now come back to find her gone for ever!
You know ’twas not the long and roaring seas
Frighted her for herself, but these two girls—
For them she stayed—and full of years and honour
Died, when God willed! and I have hastened home
Well as I may, to take into my hands
The charge death slipped from hers.
Otañ. Your own good self!