What Cheer; Or, Roger Williams in Banishment: A Poem

by Job Durfee

XVII.

“Shed the salt showers. Far o’er the deep,

Hills after hills still lift their clustered trees,

Wild down the rising slopes the waters leap,

Then from the up-surging plain the ocean flees,

Till lifted from the flood, in vale and steep

And rock, and forest waving to the breeze,

Earth, on the Tortoise borne, frowned ocean o’er,

And spurned the billows from her thundering shore.