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to unfold themselves, but while the minds of men Him, by the Paynim bard descried of yore, (1) were still clinging to the superstitions of their fathers. And ere his coming sung on either shore,

The Event here described may be thought too Him could not I exalt-by Heaven design'd

recent for the Machinery; but I found them together. A belief in the agency of Evil Spirits prevailed over both hemispheres; and even yet seems almost necessary to enable us to clear up the Darkness, and, in this instance at least,

To justify the ways of God to Men.

THE ARGUMENT.

Columbus, having wandered from kingdom to kingdom, at length obtains three ships and sets sail on the Atlantic. The compass alters from its ancient direc

To lift the veil that cover'd half mankind!
Yet, ere I die, I would fulfil my vow;
Praise cannot wound his generous spirit now.

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"Twas night. The Moon, o'er the wide wave, dis-
closed

Her awful face; and Nature's self reposed;
When, slowly rising in the azure sky,

Three white sails shone-but to no mortal eye,
Entering a boundless sea. In slumber cast,
The very ship-boy, on the dizzy mast,
Half breathed his orisons! Alone unchanged,
Calmly, beneath, the great Commander (2) ranged,

tion; the wind becomes constant and unremitting; Thoughtful, not sad; and, as the planet grew, night and day he advances, till he is suddenly stop- His noble form, wrapt in his mantle blue, ped in his course by a mass of vegetation, extending Athwart the deck a deepening shadow threw. as far as the eye can reach, and assuming the ap- "Thee hath it pleased-Thy will be done!" he said, (3; pearance of a country overwhelmed by the sea. Then sought his cabin; and, their capas' spread, Alarm and despondence on board. He resigns him- Around him lay the sleeping as the dead, self to the care of Heaven, and proceeds on his When, by his lamp, to that mysterious Guide, voyage; while columns of water move along in his On whose still counsels all his hopes relied, path before him.

That Oracle to man in mercy given,

Meanwhile the deities of America assemble in Whose voice is truth, whose wisdom is from heaven, (4, council; and one of the Zemi, the gods of the island- Who over sands and seas directs the stray, ers, announces his approach. " In vain," says he," have And, as with God's own finger, points the way, we guarded the Atlantic for ages. A mortal has He turn'd; but what strange thoughts perplex'd his soul, baffled our power; nor will our votaries arm against When, lo, no more attracted to the Pole, him. Yours are a sterner race. Hence; and, while The Compass, faithless as the circling vane, we have recourse to stratagem, do you array the na- Flutter'd and fix'd, flutter'd and fix'd again! tions round your altars, and prepare for an extermi- At length, as by some unseen hand imprest nating war." They disperse while he is yet speaking; It sought with trembling energy the West!2 and, in the shape of a condor, he directs his flight to "Ah no," he cried, and calm'd his anxious brow, the fleet. His journey described. He arrives there. "Ill, nor the signs of ill, 'tis thine to show, A panic. A mutiny. Columbus restores order; continues on his voyage; and lands in a New World. Ceremonies of the first interview. Rites of hospitality. The ghost of Cazziva.

Thine but to lead me where I wish'd to go!"
Columbus err'd not. (5) In that awful hour.
Sent forth to save, and girt with godlike power,
And glorious as the regent of the Sun,

Two months pass away, and an Angel, appearing An Angel came! He spoke, and it was done! in a dream to Columbus, thus addresses him; "Re- He spoke, and, at his call, a mighty Wind, (6) turn to Europe; though your Adversaries, such is the Not like the fitful blast, with fury blind, will of Heaven, shall let loose the hurricane against But deep, majestic, in its destined course, you. A little while shall they triumph; insinuating Sprung with unerring, unrelenting force, themselves into the hearts of your followers, and From the bright East. Tides duly ebb'd and flow'd; making the World, which you came to bless, a scene Stars rose and set; and new horizons glow'd;

of blood and slaughter. Yet is there cause for rejoicing. Your work is done. The cross of Christ is planted here; and, in due time, all things shall be made perfect!"

CANTO I.

Night-Columbus on the Atlantic-the Variation of the Compass, etc.

WHO the great Secret of the Deep possess'd

And, issuing through the portals of the West,
Fearless, resolved, with every sail unfurl'd

Planted his standard on the Unknown World?

Yet still it blew! As with primeval sway
Still did its ample spirit, night and day,
Move on the waters!-All, resign'd to Fate,
Folded their arms and sat; (7) and seem'd to wait
Some sudden change; and sought, in chill suspense,
New spheres of being, and new modes of sense;
As men departing, though not doom'd to die,
And midway on their passage to eternity.

CANTO IL.

The Voyage continued.

"WHAT vast foundations in the Abyss are there, (8)

1 Perhaps even a contemporary subject should not be reject- As of a former world? Is it not where ed as such, however wild and extravagant it may be, if the Atlantic kings their barbarous pomp display'd; (9) manners be foreign and the place distant-major è longinquo Sunk into darkness with the realms they sway'd, reverentia. "L'éloignement des pays," says Racine, "répare

en quelque sorte la trop grande proximité des temps; car le peuple ne met guère de différence entre ce qui est, si j'ose ainsi parler, à mille ans de lui, et ce qui en est à mille lieucs."

1 The capa is the Spanish cloak. 2 Herrera, dec. 1, lib. i, e. 9.

When towers and temples, through the closing wave,
A glimmering ray of ancient splendor gave-
And we shall rest with them. Or are we thrown"
(Each gazed on each, and all exclaim'd as one)
"Where things familiar cease and strange begin,
All progress barr'd to those without, within?
-Soon is the doubt resolved. Arise, behold-
We stop to stir no more-nor will the tale be told."
The pilot smote his breast; the watchman cried
"Land!" and his voice in faltering accents died. (10)
At once the fury of the prow was quell'd;
And (whence or why from many an age withheld) (11)
Shrieks, not of men, were mingling in the blast;
And armed shapes of godlike stature pass'd!
Slowly along the evening-sky they went,
As on the edge of some vast battlement;
Helmet and shield, and spear and gonfalon
Streaming a baleful light that was not of the sun!

Long from the stern the great adventurer gazed
With awe not fear; then high his hands he raised.
"Thou All-supreme-in goodness as in power,
Who, from his birth to this eventful hour,
Hast led thy servant (12) over land and sea,
Confessing Thee in all, and all in Thee,

Oh still" He spoke, and lo, the charm accurst
Fled whence it came, and the broad barrier burst!
A vain illusion! (such as mocks the eyes
Of fearful men, when mountains round them rise
From less than nothing) nothing now beheld,
But scatter'd sedge-repelling, and repell'd!

And once again that valiant company
Right onward came, plowing the Unknown Sea.
Already borne beyond the range of thought,
With Light divine, with Truth immortal fraught,
From world to world their steady course they keep, (13)
Swift as the winds along the waters sweep,
'Mid the mute nations of the purple deep.
-And now the sound of harpy-wings they hear;
Now less and less, as vanishing in fear!

And, see, the heavens bow down, the waters rise,
And, rising, shoot in columns to the skies, (14)
That stand-and still, when they proceed, retire,
As in the desert burn'd the sacred fire;
Moving in silent majesty, till Night

Descends, and shuts the vision from their sight.

CANTO III.

An Assembly of Evil Spirits.

THOUGH changed my cloth of gold for amice grey-(15)

In my spring-time, when every month was May,
With hawk and hound I coursed away the hour,
Or sung my roundelay in lady's bower.
And though my world be now a narrow cell,
(Renounced for ever all I loved so well)
Though now my head be bald, my feet be bare,
And scarce my knees sustain my book of prayer,
Oh I was there, one of that gallant crew,

'Mid pillars of Basalt, the work of fire,
That, giant-like, to upper day aspire;
'T was there that now, as wont in heaven to shine,
Forms of angelic mould, and grace divine,
Assembled. All, exiled the realms of rest,
In vain the sadness of their souls suppress'd;
Yet of their glory many a scatter'd ray
Shot through the gathering shadows of decay.
Each moved a God; and all, as Gods possess'd
One half the globe; from pole to pole confess'd! (17)

Oh could I now-but how in mortal verse-
Their numbers, their heroic deeds rehearse!
These in dim shrines and barbarous symbols reign,
Where Plata and Maragnon meet the main. (18)
Those the wild hunter worships as he roves,
In the green shade of Chili's fragrant groves;
Or warrior-tribes with rites of blood implore,
Whose night-fires gleam along the sullen shore
Of Huron or Ontario, inland seas, (19)
What time the song of death is in the breeze!

"T was now in dismal pomp and order due, While the vast concave flash'd with lightnings blue, On shining pavements of metallic ore, That many an age the fusing sulphur bore, They held high council. All was silence round, When, with a voice most sweet yet most profound, A sovereign Spirit burst the gates of night, And from his wings of gold shook drops of liquid

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"Prepare, again prepare,"
Thus o'er the soul the thrilling accents came,
"Thrones to resign for lakes of living flame,
And triumph for despair.

He, on whose call afflicting thunders wait,
Has will'd it; and his will is fate!
In vain the legions, emulous to save,

Hung in the tempest o'er the troubled main; (21)
Turn'd each presumptuous prow that broke the wave,
And dash'd it on its shores again.
All is fulfill'd! Behold, in close array,

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And saw and wonder'd whence his Power He drew,
Vet little thought, though by his side I stood,
Of his great Foes in earth and air and flood,
Then uninstructed. But my sand is run,

Twas in the deep immeasurable cave

Of Andes, (16) echoing to the Southern wave,

No sounds of life are stirring in the wind.

And the Night coming-and my Task not done!

The Voyage continued.

"Ан, why look back, though all is left behind?

And you, ye birds, winging your passage home,
How blest ye are! We know not where we roam.
We go," they cried, "go to return no more!
Nor ours, alas, the transport to explore
A human footstep on a desert shore!"

-Still, as beyond this mortal life impell'd
By some mysterious energy, He held
His everlasting course. Still self-possess'd,
High on the deck He stood, disdaining rest;
(His amber chain the only badge he bore,
His mantle blue such as his fathers wore)
Fathom'd, with searching hand, the dark profound,
And scatter'd hope and glad assurance round;
Though, like some strange portentous dream, the past
Still hover'd, and the cloudless sky o'ercast.

At day-break might the Caravelsa be seen, Chasing their shadows o'er the deep serene; Their burnish'd prows lash'd by the sparkling tide, Their green-cross standards waving far and wide. And now once more to better thoughts inclined, The seaman, mounting, clamor'd in the wind. The soldier (24) told his tales of love and war; The courtier sung-sung to his gay guitar. Round, at Primero, sate a whisker'd band; So Fortune smiled, careless of sea or land! (25) Leon, Montalvan (serving side by side; Two with one soul and, as they lived, they died), Vasco the brave, thrice found among the slain, Thrice, and how soon, up and in arms again, As soon to wish he had been sought in vain, Chain'd down in Fez, beneath the bitter thong, To the hard bench and heavy oar so long! Albert of Florence, who, at twilight-time, In my rapt ear pour'd Dante's tragic rhyme, Screen'd by the sail as near the mast we lay, Our nights illumined by the ocean-spray; And Manfred, who espoused with jewell'd ring Young Isabel, then left her sorrowing: Lerma "the generous," Avila "the proud;"4 Velasquez, Garcia, through the echoing crowd Traced by their mirth-from Ebro's classic shore, From golden Tajo, to return no more!

CANTO V.

The Voyage continued.

YET who but He undaunted could explore (26) A world of waves, a sea without a shore, Trackless and vast and wild as that reveal'd

When round the Ark the birds of tempest wheel'd;
When all was still in the destroying hour-
No sign of man! no vestige of his power!
One at the stern before the hour-glass stood,
As 't were to count the sands; one o'er the flood
Gazed for St. Elmo; while another cried

Then sunk his generous spirit, and he wept. The friend, the father rose; the hero slept. Palos, thy port, with many a pang resign'd, Fill'd with its busy scenes his lonely mind; The solemn march, the vows in concert given, (27) The bended knees and lifted hands to heaven, The incensed rites, and choral harmonies, The Guardian's blessings mingling with his sighs; While his dear boys-ah, on his neck they hung, (28) And long at parting to his garments clung.

Oft in the silent night-watch doubt and fear
Broke in uncertain murmurs on his ear.
Oft the stern Catalan, at noon of day,
Mutter'd dark threats, and linger'd to obey;
Though that brave Youth-he, whom his courser
bore

Right through the midst, when, fetlock-deep in gore,
The great Gonzalo (29) battled with the Moor
(What time the Alhambra shook-soon to unfold
Its sacred courts, and fountains yet untold,
Its holy texts and arabesques of gold),

Though Roldan, (30) sleep and death to him alike,
Grasp'd his good sword and half unsheathed to strike
"Oh born to wander with your flocks," he cried,
"And bask and dream along the mountain-side;
To urge your mules, tinkling from hill to hill ;
Or at the vintage-feast to drink your fill,
And strike your castanets, with gipsy-maid
Dancing Fandangos in the chesnut shade
Come on," he cried, and threw his glove in scorn,
"Not this your wonted pledge, the brimming horn,
Valiant in peace! adventurous at home!
Oh, had ye vow'd with pilgrim-staff to roam;
Or with banditti sought the sheltering wood,
Where mouldering crosses mark the scene of blood!"
He said, he drew; then, at his Master's frown,
Sullenly sheathed, plunging the weapon down.

CANTO VI.

The flight of an Angel of Darkness.

WAR with the Great in War let others sing,
Havoc and spoil, and tears and triumphing,
The morning-march that flashes to the sun,
The feast of vultures when the day is done;
And the strange tale of many slain for one!
I sing a Man, amidst his sufferings here,
Who watch'd and served in humbleness and fear;
Gentle to others, to himself severe.

Still unsubdued by Danger's varying form,
Still, as unconscious of the coming storm,
He look'd elate; and, with his wonted smile,
On the great Ordnance leaning, would beguile
The hour with talk. His beard, his mien sublime,

"Once more good-morrow!" and sate down and Shadow'd by Age-by Age before the time,'

sigh'd.

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1 F. Columbus, c. 32.

From many a sorrow borne in many a clime,
Moved every heart. And now in opener skies
Stars yet unnamed of purer radiance rise!
Stars, milder suns, that love a shade to cast,
And on the bright wave fling the trembling mast!
Another firmament! the orbs that roll,

2 Light vessels, formerly used by the Spaniards and Portu- Singly or clustering, round the Southern pole!

Nor yet the four that glorify the Night

guese.

3 F. Columbus, c. 23.

4 Many such appellations occur in Bernal Diaz. c. 204.

5 A luminous appearance of good omen.

1 F. Col. c. 3.

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"T was the mid hour, when He, whose accents dread,
Still wander'd through the regions of the dead,
(Merion, commission'd with his host to sweep
From age to age the melancholy deep)
To elude the seraph-guard that watch'd for man,
And mar, as erst, the Eternal's perfect plan,

- Rose like the Condor, and, at towering height,
In pomp of plumage sail'd, deep'ning the shades of night.
Roc of the West! to him all empire given! (32)
Who bears Axalhua's dragon-folds to heaven; (33)
His flight a whirlwind, and, when heard afar,
Like thunder, or the distant din of war!

Mountains and seas fled backward as he pass'd
O'er the great globe, by not a cloud o'ercast
From the Antarctic, from the Land of Fire1
To where Alaska's wintry wilds retire; (34)
From mines of gold, (35) and giant-sons of earth,
To grots of ice, and tribes of pigmy birth
Who freeze alive, nor, dead, in dust repose,
High-hung in forests to the casing snows. (36)

Now 'mid angelic multitudes he flies,
That hourly come with blessings from the skies;
Wings the blue element, and, borne sublime,
Eyes the set sun, gilding each distant clime;
Then, like a meteor, shooting to the main,
Melts into pure intelligence again.

CANTO VII.

A mutiny excited.

WHAT though Despondence reign'd, and wild Affright

Stretch'd in the midst, and, through that dismal

night, (37)

By his white plume reveal'd and buskins white, (38)
Slept Roldan. When he closed his gay career,
Hope fled for ever, and with Hope fled Fear.
Blest with each gift indulgent Fortune sends,
Birth and its rights, wealth and its train of friends,
Star-like he shone! Now beggar'd and alone,
Danger he woo'd, and claim'd her for his own.

O'er him a Vampire his dark wings display'd. (39)
Twas Merion's self, covering with dreadful shade: (40)
He came, and, couch'd on Roldan's ample breast,
Each secret pore of breathing life possess'd,
Fanning the sleep that seem'd his final rest;
Then, inly gliding (41) like a subtle flame,
Subdued the man, and from his thrilling frame
Sent forth the voice!" We live, we breathe no more!
The fatal wind blows on the dreary shore!
On yonder cliffs beckoning their fellow-prey.
The spectres stalk, and murmur at delay!
-Yet if thou canst (not for myself I plead!
Mine but to follow where 't is thine to lead)
Oh turn and save! To thee, with streaming eyes,
To thee each widow kneels, each orphan cries!
Who now, condemn'd the lingering hours to tell,
Think and but think of those they loved so well!"
All melt in tears! but what can tears avail?
These climb the mast, and shift the swelling sail.
These snatch the helm; and round me now I hear
Smiting of hands, outcries of grief and fear,

(That in the aisles at midnight haunt me still, Turning my lonely thoughts from good to ill) "Were there no graves-none in our land," they cry, "That thou hast brought us on the deep to die?"

Silent with sorrow, long within his cloak His face he muffled then the Hero spoke. "Generous and brave! when God himself is here, Why shake at shadows in your mid career? He can suspend the laws himself design'd, He walks the waters, and the winged wind; Himself your guide! and yours the high behest, To lift your voice, and bid a world be blest! And can you shrink? (42) to you, to you consign'd The glorious privilege to serve mankind! Oh had I perish'd, when my failing frame (43) Clung to the shatter'd oar 'mid wrecks of flame! -Was it for this I linger'd life away, The scorn of Folly, and of Fraud the prey; (44) Bow'd down my mind, the gift His bounty gave, At courts a suitor, and to slaves a slave ? -Yet in His name whom only we should fear, ('T is all, all I shall ask, or you shall hear), Grant but three days." - He spoke not uninspired; (45) And each in silence to his watch retired.

At length among us came an unknown Voice! "Go, if ye will; and, if ye can, rejoice. Go, with unbidden guests the banquet share; In his own shape shall Death receive you there." (46)

CANTO VIII.

Land discovered.

TWICE in the zenith blazed the orb of light;
No shade, all sun, insufferably bright!
Then the long line found rest-in coral groves
Silent and dark, where the sea-lion roves :-
And all on deck, kindling to life again,
Sent forth their anxious spirits o'er the main.

"Oh whence, as wafted from Elysium, whence
These perfumes, strangers to the raptured sense?
These boughs of gold, and fruits of heavenly hue,
Tinging with vermeil light the billows blue ?
And (thrice, thrice blessed is the eye that spied,
The hand that snatch'd it sparkling in the tide)
Whose cunning carved this vegetable bowl,1
Symbol of social rites, and intercourse of soul?"
Such to their grateful ear the gush of springs,
Who course the ostrich, as away she wings;
Sons of the desert! who delight to dwell
'Mid kneeling camels round the sacred well;
Who, ere the terrors of his pomp be past,
Fall to the demon in the redd'ning blast.2

The sails were furl'd: with many a melting close, Solemn and slow the evening-anthem rose, Rose to the Virgin. (47) '"T was the hour of day, When setting suns o'er summer-seas display A path of glory, opening in the west To golden climes, and islands of the blest; And human voices, on the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there!

Chosen of Men! (48) 't was thine, at noon of night, First from the prow to hail the glimmering light; (49) (Emblem of Truth divine, whose secret ray Enters the soul, and makes the darkness day!) "Pedro! Rodrigo! (50) there, methought it shone! There in the west! and now, alas, 'tis gone!'"T was all a dream! we gaze and gaze in vain! -But mark, and speak not, there it comes again! It moves! what form unseen, what being there With torch-like lustre fires the murky air? His instincts, passions, say how like our own! Oh! when will day reveal a world unknown?"

1 Tierra del Fuego.

1 Ex ligno lucido confectum, et arte mira laboratum. P. Martyr, dec. i, 5. 2 The Simoom.

CANTO IX.

The New World.

LONG on the wave the morning mists reposed, Then broke-and, melting into light, disclosed Half-circling hills, whose everlasting woods Sweep with their sable skirts the shadowy floods: And say, when all, to holy transport given, Embraced and wept as at the gates of Heaven, When one and all of us, repentant, ran, And, on our faces, bless'd the wondrous Man; Say, was I then deceived, or from the skies Burst on my ear seraphic harmonies? "Glory to God!" unnumber'd voices sung, "Glory to God!" the vales and mountains rung, Voices that hail'd' Creation's primal morn, And to the Shepherds sung a Savior born.

Slowly, bare-headed, through the surf we bore The sacred cross, (51) and, kneeling, kiss'd the shore. But what a scene was there! (52) Nymphs of romance, (53)

Youths graceful as the Faun, with eager glance,
Spring from the glades, and down the alleys peep,
Then headlong rush, bounding from steep to steep,
And clap their hands, exclaiming as they run,
"Come and behold the Children of the Sun!"
When hark, a signal-shot! The voice, it came
Over the sea in darkness and in flame!

They saw, they heard; and up the highest hill,
As in a picture, all at once were still!
Creatures so fair, in garments strangely wrought,
From citadels, with Heaven's own thunder fraught,
Check'd their light footsteps-statue-like, they stood,
As worshipp'd forms, the Genii of the Wood!

At length the spell dissolves! The warrior's lance
Rings on the tortoise with wild dissonance!
And see, the regal plumes, the couch of state! (54)
Still, where it moves, the wise in council wait!

See now borne forth the monstrous mask of gold,
And ebon chair of many a serpent-fold;

These now exchanged for gifts that thrice surpass
The wondrous ring, and lamp, and horse of brass. (55)
What long-drawn tube (56) transports the gazer home,
Kindling with stars at noon the ethereal dome?
"Tis here: and here circles of solid light 2
Charm with another self the cheated sight;
As man to man another self disclose,

That now with terror starts, with triumph glows!

1 F. Columbus, c. 28 and 34.

2 F. Columbus, c. 69.

CANTO X.

Cora-luxuriant Vegetation-the Humming-bird-the Fountain of Youth.

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THEN Cora came, the youngest of her race,
And in her hands she hid her lovely face;
Yet oft by stealth a timid glance she cast,
And now with playful step the Mirror pass'd,
Each bright reflection brighter than the last!
And oft behind it flew, and oft before;

The more she search'd, pleased and perplex'd the more!
And look'd and laugh'd, and blush'd with quick sur-

prise;

Her lips all mirth, all ecstasy her eyes!

But soon the telescope attracts her view;
And lo, her lover in his light canoe
Rocking, at noon-tide, on the silent sea,
Before her lies! It cannot, cannot be.
Late as he left the shore, she linger'd there,
Till, less and less, he melted into air!
Sigh after sigh steals from her gentle frame,
And said that murmur-was it not his name?
She turns, and thinks; and, lost in wild amaze,
Gazes again, and could for ever gaze!

Nor can thy flute, Alonso, now excite,
As in Valencia, when, with fond delight,
Francisca, waking, to the lattice flew,
So soon to love and to be wretched too!
Hers through a convent-grate to send her last adieu.
- Yet who now comes uncall'd; and round and round,
And near and nearer flutters to its sound;

Then stirs not, breathes not-on enchanted ground?
Who now lets fall the flowers she cull'd to wear
When he, who promised, should at eve be there;
And faintly smiles, and hangs her head aside
The tear that glistens on her cheek to hide!
Ah, who but Cora?-till inspired, possess'd,
At once she springs and clasps it to her breast!

Soon from the bay the mingling crowd ascends,
Kindred first met! by sacred instinct Friends!
Through citron-groves, and fields of yellow maize, (57)
Through plantain-walks where not a sun-beam plays,
Here blue savannas fade into the sky,
There forests frown in midnight majesty;
Ceiba, (58) and Indian fig, and plane sublime,
Nature's first-born, and reverenced by Time!
There sits the bird that speaks! (59) there, quivering

rise

Wings that reflect the glow of evening skies!
Half bird, half fly, (60) the fairy king of flowers (61)
Reigns there, and revels (62) thro' the fragrant hours;
Gem full of life, and joy, and song divine,
Soon in the virgin's graceful ear to shine. (63)

'Twas he that sung, if ancient Fame speaks truth, "Come! follow, follow to the Fount of Youth! I quaff the ambrosial mists that round it rise, Dissolved and lost in dreams of Paradise!" For there call'd forth, to bless a happier hour, It met the sun in many a rainbow-shower! Murmuring delight, its living waters roll'd 'Mid branching palms and amaranths of gold! (64)

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