And God, alone, the guardian of the hall!
Thus closed a day, one of unusual mirth,—
One more fleet joy, on this revolving earth.
[238] The Park.
[239] Arnold.
[240] Jane.
X.
Again great Horus, the vanguard of day,
Rolls up th’ horizon, and paints o’er the sky.
Eight harvest labourers bask on yonder hill,