Till all the barren ways are sweet,
And all the desert-breezes shed
Their honeyed blossom-breath around the wanderer’s feet.
III. 3.
Ever young and strong to dare,
Darkness to thy will subduing,190
Thou, thy lustrous path pursuing,
Onward movest, girt with all things rare,—
Radiant in victory, from thine orient gate
Issuing with front to heaven and heart elate,