Whose projects are the sport of Fate.
Perhaps (said he) this poor man's desolate wife,
In a strange country far away,
Expects some happy day
This ghastly thing, the comfort of her life;
III.
His son it may be dreads no harm,
But kindly waits his father's coming home;
Himself secure, he apprehends no storm,
20But fancies that he sees him come.