After fatigue, or dusty heat; thence call’d
The Traveller’s Rest. Welcome, embower’d seat,
Friendly repose to the slow passenger
Ascending, ere he takes his sultry way
Along th’ interminable road, stretch’d out
Over th’ unshelter’d down; or when at last
He has that hard and solitary path
Measured by painful steps. And blest are they,
Who in life’s toilsome journey may make pause
After a march of glory: yet not such