As lightly as a sick man’s chamber-door,
Behind him, and came out upon the waste.
And there he would have knelt, but that his knees
Were feeble, so that falling prone he dug
His fingers into the wet earth, and pray’d. 780
‘Too hard to bear! why did they take me thence?
O God Almighty, blessed Saviour, Thou
That did’st uphold me on my lonely isle,
Uphold me, Father, in my loneliness
A little longer! aid me, give me strength 785