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 That rod, of power to wake the silent dead, Or o'er the lids of care soft slumbers shed. And now, attended by the herald fame, To fair Melinda's gate conceal'd he came; And soon loud rumour echoed through the town, How from the western world, from waves unknown, A noble band had reach'd the Æthiop shore, Through seas and dangers never dared before: The godlike dread attempt their wonder fires, Their generous wonder fond regard inspires, And all the city glows their aid to give, To view the heroes, and their wants relieve.


 * 'Twas now the solemn hour when midnight reigns,

And dimly twinkling o'er the ethereal plains, The starry host, by gloomy silence led, O'er earth and sea a glimmering paleness shed; When to the fleet, which hemm'd with dangers lay, The silver-wing'd Cyllenius darts away. Each care was now in soft oblivion steep'd, The Watch alone accustom'd vigils kept; E'en G AMA, wearied by the day's alarms, Forgets his cares, reclined in slumber's arms. Scarce had he closed his careful eyes in rest, When Maia's son in vision stood confest: And fly, he cried, O Lusitanian, fly; Here guile and treason every nerve apply: An impious king for thee the toil prepares,