Chapter 168 No.168

The sun, awakening, through the smoky air

Of the dark city casts a sullen glance,

Rousing each caitiff to his task of care,

Of sinful man the sad inheritance;

5 Summoning revelers from the lagging dance,

Scaring the prowling robber to his den;

Gilding on battled tower the warder's lance,

And warning student pale to leave his pe