(And song is but the eloquence of truth:)
Then forth uprose that lone way-faring man;[44]
But dauntless he, nor chart, nor journey’s plan
In woods required, whose trainèd eye was keen
As eagle of the wilderness, to scan
His path, by mountain, swamp, or deep ravine,
Or ken far friendly huts on good savannahs green.
XXVIII.
Old Albert saw him from the valley’s side—
His pirogue launched—his pilgrimage begun—