That the rude waves on such a night as this
Would almost dash their spray upon its side;
The wild wind roared amongst the woods, and seemed
Contending with the loud and deafening surge,
While the pale rays, which from his lantern gleamed
But served to show the black and muddy pools
That filled the road. Onward the good man strode,
And the same courage, summoned to his aid
Would have been lauded in the warrior bold.
Slowly the ponderous key turned in the bolt;