unyearning

Updated: May 15, 2025

Even in that instant of agony, with death painting its awful pageantry on his interior sight, Perry felt a gladder kind of destiny; that perhaps the arms of a father's love were around him, and in another sphere, already about to dawn, the shadow might depart from that kind face and unyearning heart. But with a sense of more human dutifulness, Perry recalled his residuum of perception.

George Alfred Townsend - Tales of the Chesapeake