78
His right a leaf-branch bore:—But oh! how blind I madly rush to ’tempt without your stay, ye Nymphs of Tagus and Mondego kind, a path so varied, long and ard’uous way! Lend me your favour while my way shall wind o’er the deep Ocean ’mid the Storm’s affray; for sore I fear me an ye leave the helm the waves my fragile barque shall overwhelm.