Before the sun, upon the horizon clear,
And visited, as messenger of day,
The earth and spreading sea, with brow to cheer....
And, as it subsides:
The mountains that we saw at first appeared,
In the far view, like clouds and nothing more.
Off the coast of India:
Now o'er the hills broke forth the morning light
Where Ganges' stream is murmuring heard to flow,
Free from the storm and from the first sea's fight,