In all things, O my father, is that vow
Perform’d, alas too well! for thou didst pray,
While looking up I felt the burning tears
Which from thy sightless sockets stream’d, drop down, ...
That to thy grave, and not thy living feet,
The oppressor might be led. Behold him there, ...
Father! Theodofred! no longer now
In darkness, from thy heavenly seat look down,
And see before thy grave thine enemy
In bonds, awaiting judgment at my hand!