By zigzag rail, or wall of stone;
Contrasting here, within the shade,
The axe a space hath open laid
Cumber’d with trees hurl’d blended down,
Their verdure chang’d to wither’d brown;
There, the soil ashes-strew’d, and black,
Shows the red flame’s devouring track;
The fire-weed shooting thick where stood
The leafy monarchs of the wood:
A scene peculiar to one land