The crust was manna to my taste.
5. I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock—his strength was gone—
The heedless water mock’d his thirst;
He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
6. I ran and raised the suff’rer up;
Thrice from the stream he drain’d my cup,
Dipp’d, and return’d it running o’er;
I drank, and never thirsted more.
7. ’Twas night; the floods were out; it blew