Far more than I at this late hour can tell:”
And with these gifts he bade them both farewell!
Whilst Arnold Mountjoy to the village trod;
The cottagers confided in their God.
[186] The Sun.
[187] A purse containing some gold.
VII.
Then night. Then day: and blithesome chanticleer
Imposed his matin on the sleepers’ ear.
As forth resplendent Sol inflames the sky