3.

Come forth, my Canoe,
My glorious Canoe!—
Right over the war-boats of Tangi,
Right over their gunwales though fiercely they strive,
Thou shall drive, thou shalt drive,
While the paddle-beat foam-waves enwreathe us, ha! ha!—
Resistless—remorseless—right onward—no check—
Thou shalt tread down and trample each plunging wreck!
Thou shall ride
In thy pride
O'er its hollow inside,
While the hissing wave fills it beneath us, ha! ha!—
O my tearing, all-daring, unsparing Canoe—
page 356 O the might,
The delight
Of your conquering crew!—
What a tustle shall wait them,
A triumph elate them,
A blood-revel sate them,
At Mókoi-ahía!