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He spake; and ’neath the sea-rim sank to rest Latona’s son, when home the Herald hied, with the fair message to the Fleet addrest, in a light canoe that fast outran the tide. Now joy and gladness fillèd ev’ery breast, all had the perfect cure at length descried— Discov’ery of the Land, long wisht-for sight; and thus they festival’d with glee the night.