Who are the objects of such welcomin’s,—
Can comprehend one half th’ attendant pain,
Extreme of pleasure forces on the brain).
Night now had enter’d in th’ eleventh hour.
The sun was on his antipodal tour;
But heav’n was not forsaken by its queen,
For she was silv’ring o’er th’ expansive green;[238]
With all her wonted grace she shed her rays,
And number’d this as one of her bright days,
She lit the path, in which George had to roam,