Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/467

 As thus regardful of the sacred day The festive navy cut the watery way, Melinda's sons the shore in thousands crowd, And offering joyful welcome shout aloud: And truth the voice inspired. Unawed by fear, With warlike pomp adorn'd, himself sincere, Now in the port the generous G AMA rides; His stately vessels range their pitchy sides Around their chief; the bowsprits nod the head, And the barb'd anchors gripe the harbour's bed. Strait to the king, as friends to generous friends, A captive Moor the valiant G AMA sends. The Lusian fame the king already knew, What gulfs unknown the fleet had labour'd through, What shelves, what tempests dared. His liberal mind Exults the captain's manly trust to find; With that ennobling worth, whose fond employ Befriends the brave, the monarch owns his joy, Entreats the leader and his weary band To taste the dews of sweet repose on land, And all the riches of his cultured fields Obedient to the nod of G AMA yields. His care, meanwhile their present want attends, And various fowl, and various fruits he sends; The oxen low, the fleecy lambkins bleat, And rural sounds are echoed through the fleet. His gifts with joy the valiant chief receives, And gifts in turn, confirming friendship, gives.