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 Through Ethiopia's peaceful dales they stray'd, Where their glad eyes Messiah's rites survey'd: And now they pass the famed Arabian flood, Whose waves of old in wondrous ridges stood, While Israel's favour'd race the sable bottom trode: Behind them, glistening to the morning skies, The mountains named from Ishmael's offspring rise; Now round their steps the blest Arabia spreads Her groves of odour, and her balmy meads, And every breast, inspired with glee, inhales The grateful fragrance of Sabæa's gales: Now, past the Persian gulf their route ascends Where Tigris wave with proud Euphrates blends; Illustrious streams, where still the native shews Where Babel's haughty tower unfinish'd rose: From thence through climes unknown, their daring course Beyond where Trajan forced his way, they force; Carmanian hordes, and Indian tribes they saw, And many a barbarous rite, and many a law Their search explored; but, to their native shore, Enrich'd with knowledge, they return'd no more. The