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From the bright East. Tides duly ebbed and flowed;
The Voyage continued.
shall rest with them.-Or are we thrown"
progress barred to those without, within? Soon is the doubt resolved. Arise, behold
stop to stir no more nor will the tale be told.”
The pilot smote his breast; the watchman cried
Slowly along the evening-sky they went,
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 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 scattered sedge-repelling, and repelled !
And once again that valiant company Right onward came, ploughing 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, 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!
* They may give me what name they please. I am servant of Him, &c. Hist. del Almirante, c. 2.
And see, the heavens bow down, the waters rise,
An Assembly of Evil Spirits.
world be now a narrow cell, (Renounced for ever all I loved so well) Tho' 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, And saw-and wondered whence his Power He drew, Yet little thought, thu' by his side I stood, Of his great Foes in earth and air and flood, Then uninstructed.—But my sand is run, And the Night coming --- and my Task not done!-
'Twas in the deep, immeasurable cave Of Andes, echoing to the Southern wave, Mid pillars of Basalt, the work of fire, That, giant-like, to upper day aspire, 'Twas there that now, as wont in heaven to shine, Forms of angelic mould and grace divine