72 THE FORESTERS. 



And up the adverse stream we foaming Ay. 



Now full in front the Ridge(53) its height uprears, 

 Its high, grim gap, like some vast cave appears ; 

 Thick wheel strong eddies, marked with whirling foam, 

 As from this gloomy chasm they hurrying come ; 

 Low at its foot, with stores and gardens gay, 

 Close, snugly sheltered, little Queenstown lay ; 

 Here night once more her shadows o'er us throw, 

 And, safely moored, we bid our bark adieu. 



Long seemed the night ; impatient of repose, 

 By day's first dawn delighted wo arose; 

 A day replete with scenes sublime and new 

 About to burst on our astonished view. 

 Sweet rose the morning, silent and serene, 

 No vagrant cloud, or stirring leaf was seen, 

 The sun's warm beams with dazzling radiance glow, 

 And glittering dance upon the Hood below, 

 Soon full equipt the towering ridge we scale, 

 Thence, gazing back, a boundless prospect hail. 



Far in the east Ontario's waters spread, 

 Vast as the Ocean in his sky-bound bed. 

 Bright through the parted plain that lay between, 

 Niagara's deep majestic flood was seen ; 

 The right a wilderness of woods displayed, 

 Fields, orchards, woods, were on the left arrayed. 

 There, near the lake's green shore, above the flood, 

 The tall, white light-house like a column stood. 

 O'er each grim fort, high waving to the view, 



