A tear would gathering come—yet not the less
He poured on these his deep affection’s store;
But rather, centred thus, his spirit entwined them more.
XLV.
Now all his momentary ire had ceased
’Gainst Britain’s sons, whose high and generous hearts
Partook no stain of deeds which are the feast
Of felon-natures wielding Victory’s darts.
And when for war again young Nial starts,