Oh, how can I leave these helpless five?”
But, cold and wordless, as one who has yet
To study Compassion, or feel Remorse,
The brother draws forth, all shiningly set
In silk and gold, the Brief of Divorce,
And sternly he states the Law’s command—
That again she return to her kindred and land,
Free once more to dispose of her hand.
The mother’s heart felt breaking, for now
All hope was buried;—she could not speak—