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CANTO IV.] With each new being born or to be born:

How a young Chief, a thousand moons ago,

Diving for turtle in the depths below,

Had risen, in tracking fast his ocean prey,

Into the cave which round and o'er them lay;

How, in some desperate feud of after-time,

He sheltered there a daughter of the clime,

A foe beloved, and offspring of a foe,

Saved by his tribe but for a captive's woe;

How, when the storm of war was stilled, he led

His island clan to where the waters spread

Their deep-green shadow o'er the rocky door,

Then dived—it seemed as if to rise no more:

His wondering mates, amazed within their bark,

Or deemed him mad, or prey to the blue shark;

Rowed round in sorrow the sea-girded rock,

Then paused upon their paddles from the shock;

When, fresh and springing from the deep, they saw

A Goddess rise—so deemed they in their awe;

And their companion, glorious by her side,

Proud and exulting in his Mermaid bride;

And how, when undeceived, the pair they bore

With sounding conchs and joyous shouts to shore;

How they had gladly lived and calmly died,—

And why not also Torquil and his bride?

Not mine to tell the rapturous caress

Which followed wildly in that wild recess

This tale; enough diat all within that cave

Was love, though buried strong as in the grave,

Where Abelard, through twenty years of death,