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Now long enough has day endured, / Or King Apollo Palinured, / Seaward be steers his panting team, / And casts on earth his latest gleam.
But see! the Tramps with jaded eye / Their destined provinces espy.
Long through the hills their way they took, / Long camped beside the mountain brook; / 'Tis over; now with rising hope / They pause upon the downward slope, / And as their aching bones they rest, / Their anxious captain scans the west.
So paused Alaric on the Alps / And ciphered up the Roman scalps.