Such is the fate of ſimple Bard, / On Life's rough ocean luckleſs ſtarr'd! / Unſkilful he to note the card / Of prudent Lore, / Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, / And whelm him o'er!

He's tickled pink about his promotion.

Deadfalls clog the base of this falls, and moss and ferns abound, along with odd-looking two-leaved wortlike plants I couldn't identify.

Of his way he had no sovenaunce.