And the rain further playing forbade us.
But half of our heavy task was done,
When the clock struck the hour for refraining;
And we saw by the distant and setting sun,
That the light was steadily waning.
Slowly and sadly did we disappear,
From the field of our shame-laden story;
We gave not a groan, we raised not a cheer,
But we left them alone to their glory.
FRIAR TUCK.