With earnest, fixed solicitude,

Were seen the afflicted multitude.

Among them there was one whose eye

Had often seen the waters stirred;

Whose heart had often heaved the sigh—

The bitter sigh of hope deferred;

Beholding, while he suffered on,

The healing virtue giv’n and gone;

No pow’r had he; no friendly aid

To him the timely succour brought;