And all he saw was pleasing in his sight.
“Ye hours of expectation, quickly fly,
And bring on hours of bless’d reality;
When I shall Laura see, beside her stand,
Hear her sweet voice, and press her yielded hand.”
First o’er a barren heath beside the coast
Orlando rode, and joy began to boast.
“This neat low gorse,” said he, “with golden bloom,
Delights each sense, is beauty, is perfume;
And this gay ling, with all its purple flowers,