He was not all unhappy. His resolve Upbore him, and firm faith, and evermore 800 Prayer from the living source within the will, And beating up thro’ all the bitter world, Like fountains of sweet water in the sea, Kept him a living soul. ‘This miller’s wife’ He said to Miriam ‘that you told me of, 805 Has she no fear that her first husband lives?’ ‘Ay, ay, poor soul’ said Miriam, ‘fear enow! If you could tell her you had seen him dead, Why, that would be her comfort;’ and he thought ‘After the Lord has call’d me she shall know, 810 I wait his time’ and Enoch set himself, Scorning an alms, to work whereby to live. Almost to all things could he turn his hand. Cooper he was and carpenter, and wrought To make the boatmen fishing-nets, or help’d 815 At lading and unlading the tall barks, That brought the stinted commerce of those days; Thus earn’d a scanty living for himself: Yet since he did but labour for himself, Work without hope, there was not life in it 820 Whereby the man could live; and as the year Roll’d itself round again to meet the day When Enoch had return’d, a languor came Upon him, gentle sickness, gradually Weakening the man, till he could do no more, 825 But kept the house, his chair, and last his bed. And Enoch bore his weakness cheerfully. For sure no gladlier does the stranded wreck See thro’ the gray skirts of a lifting squall The boat that bears the hope of life approach 830 To save the life despair’d of, than he saw Death dawning on him, and the close of all.