Or spread beneath the sun the dripping net; And marvel where they next shall seize a spoil: 60 But who that CHIEF? his name on every shore eye and hand. Would that, in turn, have passed untasted too; 70 roots, And scarce the summer luxury of fruits, With all a hermit's board would scarce deny. "Now form and follow me!" the spoil is won. Thus prompt his accents and his acttons still, III. 80 "A sail! a sail!" a promised prize to Hope! Her nation-flag- how speaks the telescope? Yes she is ours a home returning bark Blow fair, thou breeze!—she anchors ere the dark. Already doubled is the cape our bay Receives that prow which proudly spurns the spray. How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying never from her foes And seems to dare the elements to strife. 90 Who would not brave the battle-fire-the wreckTo move the monarch of her peopled deck? IV. Hoarse o'er her side the rustling cable rings; The sails are furled; and anchoring round she swings: VOL. III. B 100 And gathering loiterers on the land discern v. The tidings spread, and gathering grows the growd: word: 110 "Oh! are they safe? we ask not of success "But shall we see them? will their accents bless? "From where the battle roars -the billows chafe"They doubtless boldly did but who are safe? "Here let them haste to gladden and surprize, "And kiss the doubt from these delighted eyes!". for him we bear report · which hails our coming 120 "Yet thus sincere -'tis cheering, though so brief; "But, Juan! instant guide us to our chief: "Our greeting paid, we'll feast on our return, "And all shall hear what each may wish to learn." Ascending slowly by the rock-hewn way, To where his watch-tower beetles o'er the bay, By bushy brake, and wild flowers blossoming, And freshness breathing from cach silver spring, Whose scattered streams from granite basins burst,' Leap into life, and sparkling woo your thirst; From crag to cliff they mount-Near yonder cave, What lonely straggler looks along the wave? 130 In pensive posture leaning on the brand, Mot oft a resting- staff to that red hand? ""Tis he 'tis Conrad here—as wont- alone; and make our purpose known. "On Juan! on "The bark he views-and tell him we would greet "His car with tidings he must quickly meet: "We dare not yet approach thou know'st his mood, He bends him slightly, but his lips are mute. "These letters, Chief, are from the Greek the spy, "Who still proclaims our spoil or peril nigh: their prating short. He cuts 150 Wondering they turn, abashed, while each to each -- He read the scroll "There let him stay Back to your duty "In the anchored bark." to him this order bear, for my course prepare: "Myself this enterprize to-night will share.” "To-night, Lord Conrad?" "The breeze will freshen when the day is done. "Sling on thy bugle see that free from rust, "My carbine-lock springs worthy of my trust; "Be the edge sharpened of my boarding-brand, |