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CANTO IV.] Tully reposed from Rome;—and where yon bar

Of girdling mountains intercepts the sight

The Sabine farm was tilled, the weary Bard's delight.

CLXXV.

But I forget.—My Pilgrim's shrine is won,

And he and I must part,—so let it be,—

His task and mine alike are nearly done;

Yet once more let us look upon the Sea;

The Midland Ocean breaks on him and me,

And from the Alban Mount we now behold

Our friend of youth, that Ocean, which when we

Beheld it last by Calpe's rock unfold

Those waves, we followed on till the dark Euxine rolled