What a delightful landscape spreads before us,
Marked with a whitewashed cottage here and there!
And, in luxuriant garlands drooping o'er us,
Blossoms of grapevines scent the sunny air.
Prince Henry.
Hark! what sweet sounds are those, whose accents holy
Fill the warm noon with music sad and sweet!
Elsie.
It is a band of pilgrims, moving slowly
On their long journey, with uncovered feet.