Chapter 32 No.32

'Twas sweet to see these holy maids,

Like birds escaped to greenwood shades,

Their first flight from the cage,

How timid, and how curious too,

For all to them was strange and new,

And all the common sights they view,

Their wonderment engage.

One eyed the shrouds and swelling sail,

With many a benedicite;

One at the rippli