Had, to this swept and garnished inn
Returning, found the entrance barred,
And Faith still keeping watch and ward!—
Alas!—they slept in Ease’s bower;
They could not “watch one little hour.”
The stars their ineffectual light
In slumber sealed. The thief by night
Entered; and o’er the rich domain
Sowed tares among the better grain.
Sin flourished;—poverty and strife