Then come again—my own adopted one!
And I will graft thee on a noble stock:
The crocodile, the condor of the rock,[44]
Shall be the pastime of thy sylvan wars;
And I will teach thee, in the battle’s shock,
To pay with Huron blood thy father’s scars,
And gratulate his soul rejoicing in the stars!”
XXVII.
So finished he the rhyme (howe’er uncouth)
That true to nature’s fervid feelings ran;