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But hark! a gratulating voiceWith which the very hills rejoice:'Tis from the crowd, who tremblinglyHad watch'd the event, and now can seeThat he is safe at last.
And then, when he was brought to land,Full sure they were a happy band,Which gathering round did on the banksOf that great Water give God thanks,And welcom'd the poor Child.
And in the general joy of heartThe blind Boy's little Dog took part;He leapt about, and oft did kissHis master's hands in sign of bliss,With sound like lamentation.
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