His wife and children, linking hand in hand,
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Followed his steps. It was a cavern rude,
Its floor a level rock, its vaulted roof
Of granite masses formed, whose arches stood
More firmly for the weight they propped aloof;—
And here and there upon the floor were strewed
Extinguished brands, which, with like signs, gave proof
That men had dwelt there;—then, through screening vines
Sire Williams glances out and marks where shines,