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Still vaster rose the angry main.
  The winds through every shroud complain;
    The topsails we could spread no more,
  Though doubly reef'd, the furious blast
    Away the fluttering canvas bore,
  And vow'd destruction to the mast.

  When now the northern storm was quell'd,
  A calm ensued--but ocean swell'd
    Beyond the towering mountain's height,
  Till from the south new winds arose;
    Our sails we spread at dead of night,
  And fair, though fierce, the tempest blows.

  When morning rose, the skies were clear
  The gentle breezes warm and fair,
    Convey'd us o'er the wat'ry road;
  A ship o'ertook us on the way,
    Her thousand sails were spread abroad,
  And flutter'd in the face of day.

  At length, through many a climate pass'd,
  C;saria's hills we saw at last,
    And reach'd the land of lovely dames;
  My charming C;lia there I found,
    'Tis she my warmest friendship claims,
  The fairest maid that treads the ground.