Was found by all who there due time remained.
And farther still, with borders ever green,
And fresh flowers ever springing, ever new,
Were two sweet rills, Virtue and Faith their names,
Where peace of mind was known and purity:
And those who sought their banks,—they were not few,
Though, midst the mighty myriads around,
They seemed but small in number and select,—
Remained unshaken in their constancy,
Resisting all enticements of the Tempter,