Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/418

 What nations these, their wondering thoughts explore, What rites they follow, and what god adore! And now with hands and kerchiefs wav'd in air The barb'rous race their friendly mind declare. Glad were the crew, and ween'd that happy day Should end their dangers and their toils repay. The lofty masts the nimble youths ascend, The ropes they haul, and o'er the yard-arms bend; And now their bowsprits pointing to the shore, (A safe moon'd bay), with slacken'd sails they bore: With cheerful shouts they furl the gather'd sail That less and less flaps quivering on the gale; The prows, their speed stopt, o'er the surges nod, The falling anchors dash the foaming flood: When sudden as they stopt, the swarthy race With smiles of friendly welcome on each face, The ship's high sides swift by the cordage climb: Illustrious G AMA, with an air sublime, Soften'd by mild humanity, receives, And to their chief the hand of friendship gives Bids spread the board, and, instant as he said, Along the deck the festive board is spread: The sparkling wine in crystal goblets glows, And round and round with cheerful welcome flows. While thus the vine its sprightly glee inspires, From whence the fleet, the swarthy chief enquires, What seas they past, what 'vantage would attain, And what the shore their purpose hop'd to gain? From