They might fitly chant pæans, and sing till
——“the stars heard and the sea!
And the sounding isles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free.”
CHAPTER XX.
EBENEZER.
“Behold, they come, those sainted forms,
Unshaken through the strife of storms;
Heaven’s darkest cloud hangs coldly down,
And earth puts on its rudest frown;