Mid muttering prayers all sounds of torment meet,
Dire clap of hands, distracted chafe of feet;
While loud and dull ascends the weeping cry,
Surely in other thoughts contempt may die.
| 1836 | |
| —The tall Sun, tiptoe ... | 1820 |
—The tall Sun, tiptoe ...
| 1836 | |
| At such an hour there are who love to stray, And meet the advancing Pilgrims ere the day Now let us meet the Pilgrims ere the day Close on the remnant of their weary way; | 1820 1827 |
At such an hour there are who love to stray,
And meet the advancing Pilgrims ere the day
Now let us meet the Pilgrims ere the day
Close on the remnant of their weary way;