Long time they travell’d on; at dawn of day

Still setting forward with the earliest light,

Nor ceasing from their way

Till darkness clos’d the night.

Short refuge from the noontide heat,

Reluctantly compell’d, the Maiden took;

And ill her indefatigable feet

Could that brief tarriance brook.

Hope kept her up, and her intense desire

Supports that heart which ne’er at danger quails,

Those feet which never tire,

That frame which never fails.