The breathing porpus cleaves his pond'rous way,
The flouncing skipjacks bound in liquid play;
Bonitoes court the spray on either side,
And Albicores in shining mazes glide:
While huge Leviathan, in monarch mood,
Spooms, like an island, thro' the subject flood.
At length assisted by the boreal breeze,
And southward urg'd by swift-pursuing seas,
Close in our liquid path blue mountains rise,
Lifting their misty summits to the skies;