Who, long inured to oft-recurring grief—
As oft to Heaven consign’d his pray’rful brief—
Now, as his wont, he trusted, found relief.
[183] The doorway.
IV.
Then Jane, obedient to her father’s will,
Brought forth a pitcher of their household ale,
And from the larder at the cottage rear
The frugal remnant of a well-fed steer,—
With which, and some brown-bread, she form’d a feast,