O chanticleer, / Your clarion blow; the day is near.

If he curbs his swing a little and gets something crisper and tauter in his methods he may yet be very good.

His hand, that oft the enemy did lame, / He reach't to thoſe whoſe ſuccors were diſmayde; …

... they had collected there, coming from north and south and from the outskirts of the East, after treading the jungle paths, descending the rivers, coasting in praus along the shallows, crossing in small canoes from island to island, passing through suffering, meeting strange sights, beset by strange fears, upheld by one desire.