The second rose, as virginal and fair,
Shrunk in the tangles of a harlot’s hair.
The third, a widow, with new grief made wild,
Shut in the icy palm of her dead child.
SYMPATHY.
Talfourd says in his Ion:—
“It is little:
But in these sharp extremities of fortune,
The blessings which the weak and poor can scatter
Have their own season. ’Tis a little thing