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(His amber chain the only badge he bore,
At daybreak might the Caravels* be seen, Chasing their shadows o'er the deep serene; Their burnished prows lashed by the sparkling tide, Their green-cross standards waving far and wide. And now once more to better thoughts inclined, The seaman, mounting, clamoured in the wind. The soldier told his tales of love and war; The courtier sung-sung to his gay guitar. Round, at Primero, sate a whiskered band; So Fortune smiled, careless of sea or land! 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 ; Chained down in FEZ, beneath the bitter thong, To the hard bench and heavy oar so long!
* Light vessels, formerly used by the Spaniards and Portuguese.
ALBERT of FLORENCE, who, at twilight-time,
LERMA the generous,' AVILA 'the proud ;'
VELASQUEZ, GARCIA, thro' the echoing crowd Traced by their mirth-from EBRO's classic shore, From golden TAJO, to return no more!
The Voyage continued.
YET Who but He undaunted could explore
When round the Ark the birds of tempest wheeled ;
One at the stern before the hour-glass stood,
As 'twere to count the sands; one o'er the flood
"Once more good morrow!" and sate down and sighed. Day, when it came, came only with its light.
Though long invoked, 'twas sadder than the night!
Then sunk his generous spirit, and He wept.
The Guardian's blessings mingling with his sighs;
* A luminous appearance of good omen.
+ His public procession to the convent of La Rábida on the day before he set sail. It was there that his sons had received their education; and he himself appears to have passed some time there, the venerable Guardian, Juan Perez de Marchena, being his zealous and affectionate friend.-The ceremonies of his departure and return are represented in many of the fresco-paintings in the palaces of Genoa.
Oft in the silent night-watch doubt and fear
Its holy texts and arabesques of gold)
Tho' ROLDAN, sleep and death to him alike,
"Oh born to wander with your flocks," he cried,
He said, he drew; then, at his Master's frown,
The flight of an Angel of Darkness.
WAR and the Great in War let others sing,
I sing a Man, amid his sufferings here,
Still unsubdued by Danger's varying form, Still, as unconscious of the coming storm, He looked elate; and, with his wonted smile, On the great Ordnance leaning, would beguile The hour with talk. His beard, his mien sublime, Shadowed by Age-by Age before the time,* From many a sorrow borne in many a clime,
* Hist. c. 3.