Or thicket dense, or crag abrupt and tall,
Or backward treads to shun the headlong steep,
Or pass above the tumbling waterfall;
Yet still rejoices when the torrent’s leap,
Or crag abrupt, or thicket dense, or swamp’s far sweep
XLI.
Assures him progress.—From gray morn till noon—
Hour after hour—from that drear noon until
The evening’s gathering darkness had begun
To clothe with deeper glooms the vale and hill,