Maintained, unvanquished yet, his drear retreat.

XII.

Far down the winding pass at length they spy

Where wider currents, bright as liquid gold,

Spread glimmering in the sun; and to the eye,

Still further down, broad Narraganset rolled

His host of waters azure as the sky;

For breezes from the hoary ocean cooled

His heaving breast, and, with rejoicing glance,

From shore to shore the wanton waters dance.