XLVII.
High branched the pines, and far the colonnade
Of tapering trunks stood glimmering through the glen;
And then rejoiced he in that lonely glade
So far away from persecuting men,
That he might break of honesty the bread,
And blessing crave in his own way again;—
Of up-piled brush a seat and board he made,
Spread his plain fare, and piously he prayed.
XLVIII.