The mother whom he loves shall quit her home,
An agèd father at his side shall roam;
His little ones shall weeping with him go,
And a young wife participate his woe;
While scorned and scowled upon by every face,
They pine for food, and beg from place to place.
Stain of his breed! dishonouring manhood’s form,
All ills shall cleave to him:—Affliction’s storm
Shall blind him wandering in the vale of years,
Till, lost to all but ignominious fears,