"Thou Enemy, my bane and blight! Oh! bold to fight the Coward's fight Against all good"--but why declare, At length, the issue of a prayer Which love had prompted, yielding scope 335 Too free to one bright moment's hope?[98] Suffice it that the Son, who strove With fruitless effort to allay That passion, prudently gave way;[99] Nor did he turn aside to prove 340 His Brothers' wisdom or their love-- But calmly from the spot withdrew; His best endeavours[100] to renew, Should e'er a kindlier time ensue. CANTO FOURTH 'Tis night: in silence looking down, The Moon, from cloudless ether, sees[101] A Camp, and a beleaguered Town, And Castle like a stately crown On the steep rocks of winding Tees;-- 5 And southward far, with moor between, Hill-top, and flood, and forest green,[102] The bright Moon sees that valley small Where Rylstone's old sequestered Hall A venerable image yields 10 Of quiet to the neighbouring fields; While from one pillared chimney breathes The smoke, and mounts in silver wreaths.[103] --The courts are hushed;--for timely sleep The grey-hounds to their kennel creep; 15 The peacock in the broad ash tree Aloft is roosted for the night, He who in proud prosperity Of colours manifold and bright Walked round, affronting the daylight; 20 And higher still, above the bower Where he is perched, from yon lone Tower The hall-clock in the clear moonshine With glittering finger points at nine.