Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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Into this treasury too was cast
The widow's mite, nor came she last.
The poor lorn creature we have seen
At sunset on the sandy shore
Brought all the riches that had been
Her own, and first her mother's dower;
A chain — our island maidens' pride —
And rings of antique form, beside
A silver watch her son had brought
From some strange land, she knew not what.
" Take these, good neighbor ! I am reft
Of sons and daughters ; none are left
To claim them when He calls me home,
And where I go these cannot come."
The goodly ransom, now all told,
A hand within that ship doth hold —
A trusty hand, pledged o'er the sea
To bear it safe to Barbary.
Alas! old man, who watchest now
With chastened joy and pious vow
