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THE
L U S I A D.
BOOK II.
THE fervent lustre of the evening ray
Behind the western hills now died away,
And night ascending from the dim-browed east,
The twilight gloom with deeper shades increas'd;
When GAMA heard the creaking of the oar,
And mark'd the white waves lengthening from the shore.
In many a skiff the eager natives came,
Their semblance friendship, but deceit their aim.
And now by GAMA's anchor'd ships they ride,
And, Hail! illustrious chief, their leader cried,
Your fame already these our regions own,
How your bold prows from worlds to us unknown
Have
