They did at last their courses take
Down to a calm and lucid lake,
By which, on gently sloping height,
There stood a palace of delight;
And many slaves, but all of rare
And perfect beauty, marshalled there,
Did each to me incline the knee,
Exclaiming all—‘Thy servants we.’
“And then my Lord cried, laughing—‘Nay,
While this is thine, how could’st thou say