CHAPTER XXVIII.
"The winds of March o'er Narraganset's Bay
Move in their strength; the waves with foam are white;
O'er Seckonk's tide the waving branches play;
The winds roar o'er resounding plain and height.
'Twixt sailing clouds, the sun's inconstant ray
But glances on the scene, then fades from sight.
The frequent showers dash from the passing clouds,
The hills are peeping through their wintery shrouds."