“Now, with declining day, on every hand,
The loaded boats turn slowly to the land,
Spread the light sail, or ply the bending oar,
And seek warm shelter on the wooded shore;
The boat song rising with its wonted charm,
Imparts new vigour to each sturdy arm;
Hamlet and camp attend the well-known note,
Expect the spoil, and hail the welcome boat.”
[The Hireling and Slave, Grayson, 1854]
William John Grayson (1788–1863)