To rest these tired arms for battles new, To take these heavy oars in conquering hands, To skim the gentle seas where light breeze calls, To use the wind to sail into the waves, To cruise with greatest speed to unknown lands, To risk their rugged cliffs in rapid course. The east wind stirs the sails; its gentle gusts Direct me now upon this arduous route, To where, with lofty light, our Europe’s beacon shines.
