Pocahontas - Part 48
Gone? Gone? Alas! the burst of wild despair
That rent his bosom who had loved so well;
He had not yet put forth his strength to bear,
So suddenly and sore the death-shaft fell.
Man hath a godlike might in danger's hour,
In the red battle, or the tempest's power;
Yet is he weak when tides of anguish swell.
Ah, who can mark with cold and tearless eyes
The grief of stricken man when his sole idol dies!
That rent his bosom who had loved so well;
He had not yet put forth his strength to bear,
So suddenly and sore the death-shaft fell.
Man hath a godlike might in danger's hour,
In the red battle, or the tempest's power;
Yet is he weak when tides of anguish swell.
Ah, who can mark with cold and tearless eyes
The grief of stricken man when his sole idol dies!
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