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 If then your sails for India's shore expand, For sultry Ganges or Hydaspes' strand, Here shall you find a pilot skill'd to guide Through all the dangers of the perilous tide, Though wide-spread shelves, and cruel rocks unseen, Lurk in the way, and whirlpools rage between. Accept, mean while, what fruits these islands hold, And to the regent let your wish be told. Then may your mates the needful stores provide, Then all your various wants be here supplied.


 * So spake the Moor, and bearing smiles untrue,

And signs of friendship, with his bands withdrew. O'erpower'd with joy unhoped the sailors stood, To find such kindness on a shore so rude.


 * Now shooting o'er the flood his fervid blaze,

The red-brow'd sun withdraws his beamy rays; Safe in the bay the crew forget their cares, And peaceful rest their wearied strength repairs. Calm twilight now his drowsy mantle spreads, And shade on shade, the gloom still deepening sheds. The