A short retirement urges a sweet return.

Best image of myself and dearer half.

A little onward lend thy guiding hand / To these dark steps, a little further on.

Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.

Such strains as would have won the ear / Of Pluto, to have quite set free / His half-regained Eurydice.

He onward came, far off his coming shone.