No heart to pray for one less terrible.
I gathered fragments from the floating wreck,
And made a raft, where two immortal souls
Struggled with time to check eternity
With frail appliance. For three days we suffered;
And then a passing ship preserved our lives
For greater suffering.
Stranger.The boy—his fate?
Sailor.His parents dead—the lad became my charge.
I then was married to a worthy woman—