To say, Forgive me, Lord, as I forgive
Him who hath done the wrong!... He closed his eyes
A moment; then with sudden impulse cried, ...
Roderick, thy wife is dead, ... the Church hath power
To free thee from thy vows, ... the broken heart
Might yet be heal’d, the wrong redress’d, the throne
Rebuilt by that same hand which pull’d it down,
And these cursed Africans.... Oh for a month
Of that waste life which millions misbestow!...
His voice was passionate, and in his eye