Then—spare the pony, boy!—as you ascend,
You see the Hall, and that’s your journey’s end.”
Yes, he succeeded, not remembering aught
Of this advice, but by his pony taught.
Soon as he doubted he the bridle threw
On the steed’s neck, and said—“Remember you!”
For oft the creature had his father borne, 260
Sound on his way, and safe on his return.
So he succeeded, and the modest youth
Gave praise, where praise had been assign’d by truth.