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We do too little feel each others' pain; We do relax too much the social chain That binds us to each other; slight the care There is for grief in which we have no share.

felt all this; it loosed one more Of her heart's ties, and earth's illusions wore The aspect of their truth,—a gloomy show, But what it well befits the soul to know. It taught the lesson of how vain the toil To build our hopes upon earth's fragile soil. Oh! only those who suffer, those may know How much of piety will spring from woe.

Days, weeks, and months pass'd onwards, and once more stood upon his native shore.