|line||Into this wonderful land, at the base of the Ozark Mountains,|
Gabriel far had entered, with hunters and trappers behind him.
Day after day, with their Indian guides, the maiden and Basil
Followed his flying steps, and thought each day to o'ertake him.
|1110||Sometimes they saw, or thought they saw, the smoke of his camp-fire|
Rise in the morning air from the distant plain; but at nightfall,
When they had reached the place they found only embers and ashes.
And, though their hearts were sad at times and their bodies were weary,
Hope still guided them on, as the magic Fata Morgana
|1115||Showed them her lakes of light, that retreated and vanished before them.|