. Poems . fioche, e suon di iii;in con cllc Dante. 247 Generous and brave! when God himself is here,Wliy sliake at shadows in your mid career ?He can suspend the laws himself designed,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? to you, to you consignedThe glorious privilege to serve mankind!Oh had I perished, when my fliiling frameClung to the shattered oar mid wrecks of flame!—Was it for this I lingered life away,The scorn of Folly, and of Fraud the prey;Bowed down my mind, the gift His
. Poems . fioche, e suon di iii;in con cllc Dante. 247 Generous and brave! when God himself is here,Wliy sliake at shadows in your mid career ?He can suspend the laws himself designed,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? to you, to you consignedThe glorious privilege to serve mankind!Oh had I perished, when my fliiling frameClung to the shattered oar mid wrecks of flame!—Was it for this I lingered life away,The scorn of Folly, and of Fraud the prey;Bowed 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,(Tis all, all I shall ask, or you shall hear)Grant but three days—He spoke not uninspired;And each in silence to his watch retired. At length among us came an unknown Voice! Go, if ye will; and, if ye can, , with unbidden guests the banquet his own shape shall Death receive you CANTO VIII. Land discovered. Twice in the zenith blazed the orb of hght;No shade, all sun, insufferably bright!Then the long line found rest—in coral grovesSilent and dark, where the sea-lion roves:— 249 And all on deck, kindling to life again,Sent forth their anxious spirits oer the main. Oh whence, as wafted from Elysium, whenceThese perfumes, strangers to the raptured sense ?These boughs of gold, and fruits of heavenly hue,Tinging with vermeil light the billows blue iAnd (thrice, thrice blessed is the eye that spied,The hand that snatched it sparkling in the tide)Whose cunning carved this vegetable bowl, *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 dwellMid kneeling camels round the sacred well;Who, ere the terrors of his pomp be to the demon in the reddning blast, f The sails were furled: with many a melting close,Solemn and slow t
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