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56 The Wealthy, the Luxurious, by the stress

Of business roused, or pleasure, ere their time,

May roll in chariots, or provoke the hoofs

Of the fleet coursers they bestride, to raise

From earth the dust of morning, slow to rise;

And They, if blessed with health and hearts at ease,

Shall lack not their enjoyment:—but how faint

Compared with our's! who, pacing side by side,

Could with an eye of leisure look on all

That we beheld; and lend the listening sense

To every grateful sound of earth and air,

Pausing at will; our spirits braced, our thoughts

Pleasant as roses in the thickets blown,

And pure as dew bathing their crimson leaves.

Mount slowly Sun! and may our journey lie

Awhile within the shadow of this hill,

This friendly hill, a shelter from thy beams!

Such is the summer Pilgrim's frequent wish;

And as that wish, with prevalence of thanks

For present good o'er fear of future ill,

Stole in among the morning's blither thoughts,