The morning dawns, and they their march resume;

No perils now annoy their toilsome way;

The night came down, and with its sober gloom

Brought quiet sleep until the morning’s ray;

Again they rose, and gained their joyous home

On Seekonk’s marge, just at the close of day;

And Him they blessed, who had in safety led

Them through dire perils, to their humble shed.

CANTO EIGHTH.