70 THE FORESTERS. 



At length the morn arose, the storm withdrew, 

 And fair the breeze with steady vigor blew. 



First upon deck, our bard, uneheered with sleep, 

 Uazed silent round upon the shoreless deep, 

 From whose vast bosom, where the orient glows, 

 The glorious sun in reddening pomp arose. 

 The cold camboose with blazing faggots filled, 

 And, though in culinary lore unskilled, 

 Fryed the nice venison, well with onions stored, 

 And summoned Leech and Duncan to the board. 

 Slow from the cabin mount the staggering pair, 

 Pale their changed cheeks, and wild their haggard air 

 So look two ghosts that Tyburn's tree attend, 

 When the last signal calls thera to ascend. 

 .Soon as the sav'ry steams their nostrils gain, 

 They sicken, heave, and stagger down again. 



Bold hearted Duncan ! who'd have dreamt to see 

 This pale Sea-spectre fix her fangs on thee ? 

 On thee, who dauntless down the torrent's course, 

 'Midst rocks and foam, defied its roaring force ; 

 Still first the dangers of the chase to share, 

 To pierce th* panther, or o'erwhelm the bear; 

 And at the joyous feast that crowned the whole, 

 With mirth and songs to elevate each soul. 



" Cheer, comrades, cheer! deliverance is at hand ! 

 "Lo ! on the lee-bow lies the hazy land !" 

 Loud hailed the bard. At once, in cheerful mood, 

 Firm upon deck the active Duncan stood ; 



