XIV.

And three, that seem’d as chieftains of the band, Were gather’d in the midst on that lone shore By Uri’s lake. A father of the land,[230] One on his brow the silent record wore Of many days, whose shadows had pass’d o’er His path among the hills, and quench’d the dreams Of youth with sorrow. Yet from memory’s lore Still his life’s evening drew its loveliest gleams, For he had walk’d with God, beside the mountain streams.