He will take his plantation and row it away.
The trees are luxuriant, the mora, whose size
Fills the wanderer’s mind with delight and surprise;
The ebony, green-heart, and letter-wood tree,
The locust and parasite fig you may see;
On the Concourite’s branch Ara parrots assemble,
Whose blue and red feathers the rainbow resemble.
There the trumpeter’s sounds and the goatsucker’s moans
Are mistaken sometimes for the dying man’s groans:
And faintly is heard near the Essequibo