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He spoke: And while he spoke, he smooth'd the Sea,
Dispell'd the Darkness, and restor'd the Day:
Cymothoe, Triton, and the Sea-green Train205
Of beauteous Nymphs, the Daughters of the Main,
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Clear from the Rocks the Vessels with their hands;
The God himself with ready Trident stands,
And opes the Deep, and spreads the moving sands;
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Then heaves them off the sholes: where e'er he guides
His finny Coursers, and in Triumph rides,211
The Waves unruffle and the Sea subsides.
As when in Tumults rise th' ignoble Crow'd,
Mad are their Motions, and their Tongues are loud;
And Stones and Brands in ratling Vollies fly,215
And all the Rustick Arms that Fury can supply:
If then some grave and Pious Man appear,
They hush their Noise, and lend a list'ning Ear;
He sooths with sober Words their angry Mood,
And quenches their innate Desire of Blood: 220
So when the Father of the Flood appears,
And o'er the Seas his Sov'raign Trident rears,
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Their Fury falls: He skims the liquid Plains,
High on his Chariot, and with loosen'd Reins,
Majestick moves along, and awful Peace maintains.
The weary Trojans ply their shatter'd Oars,225
To nearest Land, and make the Lybian Shoars.
 Within a long Recess there lies a Bay,
An Island shades it from the rowling Sea,