Page:Poems (Fields)-1.djvu/101

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

COMMERCE.

 Harp of the sea! bold minstrel of the deep!Sound from your halls where proud armadas sleep;Ring from the waves a strain of other days,When first rude Commerce poured her feeble rays; Tell what rich burdens India's princes boreOf balmy spices to the Arab's shore;What mines of wealth on Traffic's dauntless wingsSailed down from Egypt to the Syrian kings;By what mischance, those wonders of their hour,The fleets of Carthage, and the Tyrian power,Were lost, and vanished like the meteor rayThat flashes nightly through the milky-way:
This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.