Stanza 6

Who has not wept the wrongs of aged Lear By his ungrateful daughter turned adrift? Hear him, ye elements!--they cannot hear, Nor can the winds restore his simple gift, But One there is, a child of nature meek, Who comes her sire to seek; And he, recovering sense, upon her breast Leans smilingly, and sinks into a {happy } } rest. {passing}