Meanwhile across the mountain-side there drew,
Just in our front, a train that as they came
Sang Miserere, verse by verse. When they
Observed my form, and noticed that I gave
No passage through me to the solar ray,
Into a long, hoarse “O!” they changed their stave.
And two, as envoys, ran up with demand,
“In what condition is it that ye go?”
And my Lord said—“Return ye to the band
Who sent you towards us, and give them to know