The sun’s eclipse is but a check to pride;
E’en Satan’s fall presumption caused to tide.
Return we now the sequel to attest,
Of what befell our prince with his new guest.60
His circling arms the welcome form embraced,
And, lover-like, with joy his neck enlaced.
Kisses bestowed he on his hand and brow;
Hoped kindly he’d fared well from home till now.
His health and welfare asking, led him in.
“Its own reward is patience,” thought he then.