The young men march before him,
    In all their strength and pride;
  The tender little infants,
    They totter by his side;
  The old men walk behind him,
    And earnestly they pray—­
  Both old and young imploring him
    To grant some brief delay.

  “O Charon! halt, we pray thee,
    Beside some little town,
  Or near some sparkling fountain,
    Where the waters wimple down! 
  The old will drink and be refreshed,
    The young the disc will fling,
  And the tender little children
    Pluck flowers beside the spring.”

  “I will not stay my journey,
    Nor halt by any town,
  Near any sparkling fountain,
    Where the waters wimple down: 
  The mothers coming to the well,
    Would know the babes they bore,
  The wives would clasp their husbands,
    Nor could I part them more.”

FOOTNOTES: 

[Footnote 4:  According to the superstition of the modern Greeks, Charon performs the function which their ancestors assigned to Hermes, of conducting the souls of the dead to the other world.]

THE END.