And never fail’d the parting to oppose;
Name it, and straight his features cloudy grew
To stop the journey as the clouds will do;— 230
And thus they rode along in pensive mood,
Their thoughts pursuing, by their cares pursued.
“Richard,” said George, “I see it is in vain
By love or prayer my Brother to retain;
And, truth to tell, it was a foolish thing
A man like thee from thy repose to bring
Ours to disturb——Say, how am I to live