Till this was ended, and his careful hand,—
The space was narrow,—having order’d all
Almost as neat and close as nature packs
Her blossom or her seedling, paused; and he,
Who needs would work for Annie to the last, 180
Ascending tired, heavily slept till morn.
And Enoch faced this morning of farewell
Brightly and boldly. All his Annie’s fears,
Save as his Annie’s, were a laughter to him.
Yet Enoch as a brave God-fearing man 185