Note 13 — Chapter XVII
Reading edition
No doubt most of my readers will prefer their own translations of my mottoes to any I could offer them; but for those who choose to avoid this trouble, I add my imitations, which claim no other merit than that of giving a general idea of the spirit of the original passage.
They through the wood their path descried, Which climb'd the shaggy mountain's side; Dark, narrow was the winding way, O'er many a piercing stone it lay. But when they left the forest's shade, A spacious platform stood display'd, On which a palace rose in sight, The smiling scene of gay delight.