But kept the house, his chair, and last his bed.
And Enoch bore his weakness cheerfully.
For sure no gladlier does the stranded wreck
See thro’ the gray skirts of a lifting squall
The boat that bears the hope of life approach 830
To save the life despair’d of, than he saw
Death dawning on him, and the close of all.
For thro’ that dawning gleam’d a kindlier hope
On Enoch thinking ‘after I am gone,
Then may she learn I loved her to the last.’ 835