And holy words were spoken there.
And o’er the heaven-directing page,
The man of God enraptured hung;
While wisdom’s aphorisms sage,
Distilled like honey from his tongue.
And there the forest-warrior stood,
With bow unstrung and humbled pride;
With longing soul for heavenly food,
The dark-brown matron pressed his side.
And tottering age, and vigorous youth,