So on we speed; now fast, now slow;
By isle and rift and eddy
Until at length along we flow
With movement firm and steady;
And low and lower lie the hills,
And wider spreads the vale,
And soft the Captain's calling trills
Upon the evening gale:
Rest, lads, rest!--our work is done--
The danger's o'er!
Rest, lads, rest!--another sun
Will see a haven safely won
By Trenton's friendly shore.