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Rh But lo, the severed worlds have been brought near And linked in one by Argo's hand uniting; While seas endure the oar's unwonted smiting, And add their fury to the primal fear.

This impious bark its guilt in dread atoned When clashing mountains were together driven, And sea, from sea in mighty conflict riven, The stars besprinkled with the leaping foam.

Amid these perils sturdy Tiphys paled, And from his nerveless hand the vessel bounded; While stricken Orpheus' lyre no more resounded, And tuneful Argo's warning message failed.

What sinking terror filled each quaking breast, When near the borders of sea-girt Pelorus, There smote upon their ears the horrid chorus Of Scylla's baying wolves around them pressed.

What terror when they neared the Sirens' lair, Who soothe the troubled waves with witching measures! But Orpheus filled their souls with nobler pleasures, And left the foe in impotent despair.

And of this wild adventure what the prize, That lured the daring bark with heroes laden? The fleece of gold, and this mad Colchian maiden, Well fit to be the first ship's merchandize.

The sea, subdued, the victor's law obeys; No vessel needs a goddess' art in framing, Nor oars in heroes' hands, the ocean taming: The frailest craft now dares the roughest waves.

Now, every bound removed, new cities rise In lands remote, their ancient walls removing; While men of Ind by Caspian shores are roving, And Persia's face now greets the western skies.

The time will come, as lapsing ages flee, When every land shall yield its hidden treasure; When men no more shall unknown courses measure, For round the world no "farthest land" shall be.