Keel upwards from the deep, emerged a shell,
Shaped like the moon ere half her orb is filled:
Fraught with young life it righted as it rose,
And moved at will along the yielding water.
The native pilot of this little bark
Put out a tier of oars on either side;
Spread to the wafted breeze a two-fold sail,
And mounted up and glided down the billow,
In happy freedom, pleased to feel the air,
And wander in the luxury of light.”