And, by the glancing of the firebrand’s light,
Above him marked the thickening branches’ screen;
For denser here, and of a loftier height,
The pines and cedars arched their sombre green,
With boughs deprest beneath the burden hoar;
And further off did seem the tempest’s roar.
LXXVI.
An undressed deerskin closed the entrance rude
Of the frail mansion of our Founder’s friend;
“Brother,” he said, “this is my poor abode,