Save the wild tread of savage feet, or shriek
Of some expiring captive, and no bark
E’er cleft his gloomy waters. Now, his waves
Are vocal often with the hunter’s song;
Now visit, in their glad and onward course,
The abodes of happy men,—gardens and fields,
And cultured plains,—still bearing, as they pass,
Fertility renewed and fresh delights.
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Elizabeth F. Ellett.