’Twas such as chosen men of old had known,
When Jacob saw the heaven-ascending stair,
And Joseph hoarded for the dearth foreshown.
Ah! did the Omniscient hear his earnest prayer,
And did e’en Heaven the glorious project own!
Then would he, by the morrow’s earliest ray,
Unto the distant forest make his way.
XXVII.
He sought for rest, but feverous was his plight
For peaceful and refreshing sleep, I trow;