And my free spirit burst away,
As if it soar’d from battle fray.”
The trembling Bard with awe obey’d,—
Slow on the harp his hand he laid;
But soon remembrance of the sight
He witness’d from the mountain’s height,
With what old Bertram told at night,
Awaken’d the full power of song,
And bore him in career along;—
As shallop launch’d on river’s tide,