The Pilot in the Mist + 

Steaming the northern rapids⁠—(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence, + 

A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why, + 

Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;) + 

Again ’tis just at morning⁠—a heavy haze contends with daybreak, + 

Again the trembling, laboring vessel veers me⁠—I press through foam-dash’d rocks that almost touch me, + 

Again I mark where aft the small thin Indian helmsman + 

Looms in the mist, with brow elate and governing hand. + 