Pale was his haggard eye,

And sunk his cheek, to stern captivity

In all—all but in his Lion heart subdued:

He sate in melancholy solitude,

And sadly gazed upon the setting sun,

As down the heavenly road,

That all with purple glow’d,

It wested toward his realm of Albion.

FROM PURCHASE’S PILGRIMAGE,
VERSIFIED AND DESIGNED AS A MOTTO TO “VOYAGES FOR THE DISCOVERY OF A N. W. PASSAGE.”