Her hopes on him, and his were fix’d on Heaven;
And hope in that courageous heart derived
Such rooted strength and confidence assured
In righteousness, that ’twas to him like faith ...
An everlasting sunshine of the soul,
Illumining and quickening all its powers.
But on Pionia’s side meantime a heart
As generous, and as full of noble thoughts,
Lay stricken with the deadliest bolts of grief.
Upon a smooth grey stone sate Roderick there;