Neptune thus roused leaves now the wat’ry plain,
To seek the source from whence he holds his reign.
Full in the view of this tremendous scene,
Adjacent here, a table rock is seen;
Where love-sick swains in clambering groups repair,
Conducting tim’rous nymphs with anxious care:
’Dew’d with the spray, the wild’red eye surveys,
The rushing waters shout their Maker’s praise.
[CHAPTER XXVII.]
Revolving years have since rolled on apace,