The first were nothing—had I still the last,

It were the haven of my happiness;

But other claims and other ties thou hast,[aa]

And mine is not the wish to make them less.

A strange doom is thy father's son's, and past[ab]

Recalling, as it lies beyond redress;

Reversed for him our grandsire's[85] fate of yore,—

He had no rest at sea, nor I on shore.