There on a bed of rofes neatly laid,
Beneath the fragrance of a myrtle fhade,
His limbs to needful reft the prince applied,

His fweet companion flumb'ring by his fide.

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The ruddy morn, than fated with repofe
The prince addrefs'd his hoft; the God awoke,
And leaping from his couch, thus kindly spoke.
This early call, my lord, that chides my stay,
Requires my thanks, and I with joy obey.
Like you I long to reach the blissful coast,
Hate the flow night, and mourn the moments loft.
The bright Rofinda, lovelieft of the fair
That crowd the princefs' court, demands my care;
Ev'n now with fears and jealoufies o'erborn
Upbraids, and calls me cruel and forfworn.
What sweet rewards on all my toils attend,
Serving at once my mistress and my

Just to my love and to my duty too,

friend!

Well paid in her, well pleas'd in pleasing you.

This faid, he led him to the cavern gate,

And clasp'd him in his arms, and pois'd his weight;

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Then ballancing his body here and there,
Stretch'd forth his agile wings, and launch'd in air;
Swift as the fiery meteor from on high

Shoots to its goal, and gleams athwart the sky.
Here with quick fan his lab'ring pinions play;
There glide at ease along the liquid way;
Now lightly skim the plain with even flight;
Now proudly foar above the mountain's height.
Spiteful Detraction, whofe envenom'd hate
Sports with the fuff'rings of the good and great,
Spares not our prince, but with opprobrious sneer
Arraigns him of the heinous fin of fear;
That he, fo tried in arms, whose very name
Infus'd a fecret panic where it came,

Ev'n he, as high above the clouds he flew,
And spied the mountains lefs'ning to the view,
Nought round him but the wide expanded air,
Helpless, abandon'd to a stripling's care,
Struck with the rapid whirl, and dreadful height,
Confefs'd fome faint alarm, fome little fright.

The friendly God, who inftantly divin'd

The terrors that poffefs'd his fellow's mind,
To calm his troubled thoughts, and cheat the way,
Defcrib'd the nations that beneath them lay,

The

The name, the climate, and the foil's increase,
Their arms in war, their government in peace;
Shew'd their domestic arts, their foreign trade,
What int'reft they pursued, what leagues they made.
The sweet discourse so charm'd Porfenna's ear,
That loft in joy he had no time for fear.

From Scandinavia's cold inclement wafte
O'er wide Germania's various realms they past,
And now on Albion's fields fufpend their toil,
And hover for awhile, and bless the foil.
O'er the

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gay scene the prince delighted hung,
And gaz'd in rapture, and forgot his tongue;
'Till burfting forth at length. Behold, cried he,
The promis'd ifle, the land I long'd to fee;
Those plains, thofe vales, and fruitful hills declare
My queen, my charmer must inhabit there.
Thus rav'd the monarch, and the gentle guide,
Pleas'd with his error, thus in fmiles replied.

I must applaud, my lord, the lucky thought;
Ev'n I, who know th' original, am caught,
And doubt my fenfes, when I view the draught.
The flow-afcending hill, the lofty wood

That mantles o'er its brow, the filver flood

Wand'ring in mazes through the flow'ry mead,
The herd that in the plenteous paftures feed,
And every object, every scene excites

Fresh wonder in my foul, and fills with new delights:
Dwells cheerful Plenty there, and learned Eafe,
And Art with Nature feems at ftrife to please.
There Liberty, delightful goddefs, reigns,
Gladdens each heart, and gilds the fertile plains;
There firmly feated may fhe ever smile,

And show'r her bleffings o'er her favʼrite isle!
But fee, the rifing fun reproves our stay.
He faid, and to the ocean wing'd his way,

Stretching his courfe to climates then unknown,
Nations that fwelter in the burning zone.

There in Peruvian vales a moment ftaid,

And smooth'd his wings beneath the citron shade;
Then fwift his oary pinions plied again,

Crofs'd the new world, and fought the Southern main;

Where many a wet and weary league o'erpaft,

The wifh'd-for paradife appear'd at last.

With force abated now they gently sweep

O'er the fmooth furface of the shining deep;

The Dryads hail'd them from the distant shore,
The Nereids play'd around, the Tritons fwam before,

While foft Favonius their arrival greets,
And breathes his welcome in a thousand sweets.

Nor pale disease, nor health-confuming care,
Nor wrath, nor foul revenge can enter there;
No vapour's foggy gloom imbrowns the sky;
No tempests rage, no angry light'nings fly;
But dews, and foft-refreshing airs are found,
And pure ætherial azure fhines around.
Whate'er the sweet Sabæan foil can boast,
Or Mecca's plains, or India's fpicy coaft;
What Hybla's hills, or rich balia's fields,
Or flow'ry vale of fam'd Hymettus yields;
Or what of old th' Hefperian orchard grac'd;
All that was e'er delicious to the taste,
Sweet to the smell, or lovely to the view,
Collected there with added beauty grew.
High tow'ring to the heav'ns the trees are seen,
Their bulk immenfe, their leaf for ever green;
So closely interwove, the tell-tale fun

Can ne'er defcry the deeds beneath them done,
But where by fits the sportive gales divide
Their tender tops, and fan the leaves afide.
Like a smooth carpet at their feet lies spread
The matted grafs, by bubbling fountains fed;