Beating it in upon his weary brain,
As tho’ it were the burthen of a song,
‘Not to tell her, never to let her know.’
He was not all unhappy. His resolve
Upbore him, and firm faith, and evermore 800
Prayer from the living source within the will,
And beating up thro’ all the bitter world,
Like fountains of sweet water in the sea,
Kept him a living soul. ‘This miller’s wife’
He said to Miriam ‘that you told me of, 805