And all on deck, kindling to life again, Sent forth their anxious spirits o'er the main. "Oh whence, as wafted from Elysium, whence The sails were furled: with many a melting close, * Ex ligno lucido confectum, et arte mirâ laboratum. P. Martyr. dec. i. 5. †The Simoom. K K (Emblem of Truth divine, whose secret ray Enters the soul, and makes the darkness day!) "PEDRO! RODRIGO! there, methought, it shone! There in the west! and now, alas, 'tis gone!— 'Twas 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?" |