Of all that shouted on his path
And tracked him to the cataract’s lair,
He hurls defiance on the air.
What purpose moves him? Will he try,
Thus met on every side, to fly?
Wonder has struck his foemen dumb;
For, toward their ranks, behold him come!
’Tis but a single step, for swift
As lightning leaps from cloudy rift
He backward bounds. Great God! ’tis o’er,