“Two hours or more before the spring of day,
As I within me mused how poor and leer
This world, and as in pain I waking lay,
Thought upon all the happy souls, that here
Once suffered, but are now exempt from fear
And pain and wrong, there woke within my breast
A speechless longing for that heavenly rest.
XXXIII.
“Mine eyes were steadfastly towàrd the wall
Turned, when I saw a wondrous vision there;