But she was journeying to the land of souls,
And lifted up her dying head to pray
That we should bid an ancient friend convey
Her orphan to his home of England’s shore;—
And take, she said, this token far away,
To one that will remember us of yore,
When he beholds the ring that Waldegrave’s Julia wore.
XX.
“And I, the eagle of my tribe,[38] have rushed
With this lorn dove.”—A sage’s self-command