Through the wide Llanos[308] cheer’d again our way,
And by the mighty Oronoco stream,[309]
On whose lone margin we have heard at morn,
From the mysterious rocks, the sunrise-music borne:
LXX.
So like a spirit’s voice! a harping tone,
Lovely, yet ominous to mortal ear—
Such as might reach us from a world unknown,
Troubling man’s heart with thrills of joy and fear!
’Twas sweet!—yet those deep southern shades oppress’d