Whitcross regained, I followed a road which led from the sun, now fervent and high.
By no other circumstance had I will to decide my choice.
I walked a long time, and when I thought I had nearly done enough,
and might conscientiously yield to the fatigue that almost overpowered me
might relax this forced action, and, sitting down on a stone I saw near,
submit resistlessly to the apathy that clogged heart and limb -- I heard a bell chime -- a church bell.
I turned in the direction of the sound, and there,
amongst the romantic hills, whose changes and aspect I had ceased to note an hour ago, I saw a hamlet and a spire.
All the valley at my right hand was full of pasture-fields, and cornfields, and wood;
and a glittering stream ran zig-zag through the varied shades of green,
the mellowing grain, the sombre woodland, the clear and sunny lea.
Recalled by the rumbling of wheels to the road before me,
I saw a heavily-laden waggon labouring up the hill, and not far beyond were two cows and their drover.
Human life and human labour were near.
I must struggle on: strive to live and bend to toil like the rest.