And something flash’d upon his mind not clear,
But much with pleasure mix’d, in part with fear.
As one who, wandering through a stormy night,
Sees his own home, and gladdens at the sight,
Yet feels some doubt if fortune had decreed
That lively pleasure in such time of need: 470
So Richard felt—but now the mansion came
In view direct—he knew it for the same;
There too the garden walk, the elms design’d
To guard the peaches from the eastern wind;