Chapter XLVI

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Where stole the paddle-plied and tottering bark
Along the rough shores cragg'd and sedgy side,--
Where the fierce hunter, from the forest dark,
Pursued the wild deer o'er the mountains wild,--
Now towering cities rise on either hand,
And Commerce hastens by to many a strand,
Not on her white wings, as upon the sea--
Yet borne as bravely on, and spreading liberty.