Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/422

 Wide o'er the decks the spreading sails they throw; From each tall mast the waving streamers flow; All seems a festive holiday on board To welcome to the fleet the island's lord. With equal joy the regent sails to meet, And brings fresh cates, his offerings to the fleet: For of his kindred race their line he deems, That savage race who rush'd from Caspia's streams, And triumph'd o'er the east, and, Asia won, In proud Byzantium fixt their haughty throne. Brave hails the chief with honest smiles, And gift for gift with liberal hand he piles. His gifts, the boast of Europe's heart disclose, And sparkling red the wine of Tagus flows. High on the shrouds the wondering sailors hung, To note the Moorish garb, and barbarous tongue: Nor less the subtle Moor, with wonder fired, Their mien, their dress, and lordly ships admired: Much he enquires, their king's, their country's name, And, if from Turkey's fertile shores they came? What god they worshipp'd, what their sacred lore, What arms they wielded, and what armour wore? To whom brave G AMA : Nor of Hagar's blood Am I, nor plow from Izmael's shores the flood; From Europe's strand I trace the foamy way, To find the regions of the infant day. The God we worship stretch'd yon heaven's high bow, And gave these swelling waves to roll below; The