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“They cleave the bright blue waves of Sic’ulan deeps; by sandy marge of Rhodos-isle they go; and thence debark they where the cliffy steeps are still enfam’d for Magnus here lain low:
To Memphis wend they, and the land that reaps crops which fat Nylus’ flood doth overflow; and climb ’yond Egypt to those Aethiop heights where men conserve Christ’s high and holy rites.