Philip seemed stunned: the blood forsook his cheek,
The big cold drops stood out upon his brow,
As on the victim's, stretched upon the rack.
His comrade laid his hand on Philip's arm,
And uttering no word (what could he say?)
Led him, as one half-blinded, step by step,
Until they reached the home, where Annie Ray,
Poor widow-wife, sat watching his return;
He stagger'd towards her, caught her in his arms:
God help me,—kiss me darling,—wife look up!