The princess, anxious on his back to keep:—
New mode of traversing the wat'ry deep.
WITH Heav'n's assistance, and the rocks for rest,
The youth, by hunger and fatigue oppressed,
Uneasiness of mind, weighed down with care,
Not for himself, but safety of the fair,
A fast of two long tedious days now o'er,
The casket and the belle he brought on shore:
I THINK you cry—how wond'rously exact,
To bring the casket into ev'ry act!