XIV.

"Thou hast cursed my life, my wealth despoil'd; My hearth "is cold, my name is soil'd; The wreck of what was Man, I stand 'Mid the lone sea and desert land! Well, I forgive thee all; but be A human voice and face to me! O stay--O stay--and let me yet One thing, that speaks man's language, know!-- The waste hath taught me to forget That earth once held a foe!"