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To let such dismal notions haunt thee so— Thy father comes, with his afflicted friend.

That poor old man! he utters not a word Of sorrow or complaint; and all the more I grieve for him. God help him! in whose hands The hearts of men are kept.

And he is help'd, for he is weeping now.

He did not weep when we for him were weeping, And he will weep when all our tears are dried. —Our two young men, methinks, are long of coming.

But are you sure your messenger hath found them?