In other walks of life I had not found.
And then when, under Fate’s decree, my son
Came and dwelt near me, I was fain to think
That mighty Powers were merciful to me
In showing how to expiate my sin.
I knew long since that this Keane’s foster-child
Was none else than the daughter whom I left.
The brotherhood is near its overthrow,
Each brother resolute to meet his death,
Convinced that those high purposes will live