-- Take my blessing too , ye happy ones ! May the sky not frown upon you nor clouds bedew you with their chill and sullen rain ! May the hot sun kindle no fever in your hearts ! May your whole life 's pilgrimage be as blissful as this first day 's journey , and its close be gladdened with even brighter anticipations than those which hallow your bridal-night ! They pass , and ere the reflection of their joy has faded from his face another spectacle throws a melancholy shadow over the spirit of the observing man . In a close carriage sits a fragile figure muffled carefully and shrinking even from the mild breath of summer . She leans against a manly form , and his arm enfolds her as if to guard his treasure from some enemy . Let but a few weeks pass , and when he shall strive to embrace that loved one , he will press only desolation to his heart . And now has Morning gathered up her dewy pearls and fled away . The sun rolls blazing through the sky , and can not find a cloud to cool his face with . The horses toil sluggishly along the bridge , and heave their glistening sides in short quick pantings when the reins are tightened at the toll-house . Glisten , too , the faces of the travellers . Their garments are thickly bestrewn with dust ; their whiskers and hair look hoary ; their throats are choked with the dusty atmosphere which they have left behind them . No air is stirring on the road . Nature dares draw no breath lest she should inhale a stifling cloud of dust . `` A hot and dusty day ! '' cry the poor pilgrims as they wipe their begrimed foreheads and woo the doubtful breeze which the river bears along with it . -- `` Awful hot ! Dreadful dusty ! '' answers the sympathetic toll-gatherer .
They start again to XXXXX through the fiery furnace , while he re-enters his cool hermitage and besprinkles it with a pail of briny water from the stream beneath .
Let bears blazing find heave inhale pass shrinking sits toil