Seemed demons sprung with torches from their den,
Their footsteps to mislead with Hellish light;
Till Morning rose, and showed the mount and glen
All strewn with faces wan and worn and wearied men.
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But daylight woke their hearts to hope and joy;
Refreshment needful cheered their bivouac.
The column they rejoined without annoy:
And there of gladness was, I ween, no lack,