The first who saw the humpbacked camel
Fled off for life; the next approached with care;
The third with tyrant rope did boldly dare
The desert wanderer to trammel.
Such is the power of use to change
The face of objects new and strange;
Which grow, by looking at, so tame,
They do not even seem the same.
And since this theme is up for our attention,
A certain watchman I will mention,
Who, seeing something far
Away upon the ocean,
Could not but speak his notion
That ’twas a ship of war.
Some minutes more had past,
A bomb-ketch ’twas without a sail,
And then a boat, and then a bale,
And floating sticks of wood at last!
Full many things on earth, I woot,
Will claim this tale,-and well they may;
They’re something dreadful far away,
But near at hand-they’re not.