Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/411

 And what fair palms their martial ardour crown'd, When led to battle by the chief renown'd, Who feign'd a dæmon, in a deer conceal'd, To him the counsels of the Gods reveal'd. And now, ambitious to extend their sway Beyond their conquests on the southmost bay Of Afric's swarthy coast, on floating wood They brave the terrors of the dreary flood, Where only black-wing'd mists have hover'd o'er, Or driving clouds have sail'd the wave before; Beneath new skies they hold their dreadful way To reach the cradle of the new-born day: And Fate, whose mandates unrevok'd remain, Has will'd that long shall Lusus' offspring reign The lords of that wide sea, whose waves behold The sun come forth enthroned in burning gold. But now, the tedious length of winter past, Distress'd and weak, the heroes faint at last. What gulphs they dared, you saw, what storms they braved, Beneath what various heavens their banners waved! Now Mercy pleads, and soon the rising land To their glad eyes shall o'er the waves expand. As