When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle
Like a form sculptured on a monument➁
Lay couched；on him or his dread bow unbent
Some wild Bird oft might settle and beguile➂
The rigid features of a transient smile，
Disperse the tear，or to the sigh give vent，
Slackening the pains of ruthless banishment
From his loved home，and from heroic toil➃.
And trust that spiritual Creatures round us move，
Griefs to allay which Reason cannot heal；
Yea，veriest reptiles have sufficed to prove
To fettered wretchedness，that no Bastile➄
Is deep enough to exclude the light of love，
Though man for brother man has ceased to feel.