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 Proclaimed the coming glories of the East: Red and more red in deepening circles grew Rays which revealed the waking world to view (Like some fair vision of enchanted land Where mysteries flee before the magic wand) Till, leaping from his roseate couch, the sun Rejoicing his bright course to run, Like his great Author, looked—and all was light.

"Moyarra! fate befriends the bold; Caution had found no surer hold Than this, your ardour hath bequeathed." From the near forest's bosom wreathed In welcome eddies many a spire Evolvent of the latent fire: Beyond, far-stretching plains were seen Adorned but by their lawny green, Save where at intervals, afar Rose a few eminences, bare Or crowned in mockery with a leafless wood Like that on which the chieftains stood