From the bright East. Tides duly ebbed and flowed; Still did its ample spirit, night and day, CANTO II. The Voyage continued. "WHAT vast foundations in the Abyss are there, ATLANTIC kings their barbarous pomp displayed; 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, * Oh still "-He spoke, and lo, the charm accurst Of fearful men, when mountains round them rise And once again that valiant company Right onward came, ploughing the Unknown Sea. -And now the sound of harpy-wings they hear; *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, CANTO III. An Assembly of Evil Spirits. THO' changed my cloth of gold for amice grey-- 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, Of his great Foes in earth and air and flood, And the Night coming --- and my Task not done! - 'Twas in the deep, immeasurable cave Of ANDES, echoing to the Southern wave, That, giant-like, to upper day aspire, 'Twas there that now, as wont in heaven to shine, Forms of angelic mould and grace divine |