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238 THE POOKBT SOKPOSTBR ;
Now bounding mid the boiling flood.
His shallop cleaves her way,
Her snorting bows the billows belch,
And rear the drenching spray. ;
What prompts the boatman's ardent mind
The mid-stream surge to seek ;
^Vlien hearts unknown, to flinch are fain,
To shelter in the creek ?
To-day the bridal feast is spread
On Fortha's further side ;
And soon to join in wedlock's bands,
The bridegroom leads the bridle.
This night the sprightly dance must wake
For many a happy paii' ;
Yet marr'd would be the maiden's joys.
Did he not foot it there.
And less replete the bridemen's glee,
When round the healths they quaff. .
If not enliven'd by his jest,
And mirth prolonging laugh.
Expectant of his coming sail, ' '}^ '
Impress'd with boding fear, 3f;-sii\/
His friends upon the sounding beach * ii=«f?«Vpi
With anxious hearts appear. '-'^-^ ^'^
And now the boatman's close-reef 'd sail f"^ -flQ
Heaves labouring, full in view ; - >'?
Health's roseate tinge each cheek resigns A_
To death's own pallid hue