The white man's baptism on his ways.
Him first on shore the coaster divines
Through the early gray, and sees him shake
The morning mist from his scalplock of pines;
Him first the skipper makes out in the west
Ere the earliest sunstreak shoots tremulous,
Plashing with orange the palpitant lines
Of mutable billow, crest after crest,
And murmurs 'Agamenticus!'
As if it were the name of a saint."