Classic Poem

 At length the hopeful journey and the day,
  With him alike were tending to a close;
 But still from home content a while to stay,
  Upon a neighbor hill a seat he chose,
 That watched above the sleeping vale's repose.
  Like molten silver flowed the river there;
 That blessed island from its bosom rose,
  Where he was soon the midnight feat to dare,
And free his heart and hands of all their cankering care.