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THE
L U S I A D.
BOOK IV.
AS the tost vessel on the ocean rolls,
When dark the night, and loud the tempest howls,
When the lorn mariner in every wave
That breaks and gleams, forebodes his watery grave;
But when the dawn, all silent and serene,
With soft-paced ray dispels the shades obscene,
With grateful transport sparkling in each eye,
The joyful crew the port of safety spy;
Such darkling tempests, and portended fate,
While weak Fernando lived, appall'd the state;
Such when he dy'd, the peaceful morning rose,
The dawn of joy, and sooth'd the public woes.
As
