Another ocean calls, a nobler port;
I am thy pilot, I thy prosperous gale. 602
Gainful thy voyage through yon azure main;
Main, without tempest, pirate, rock, or shore;
And whence thou may’st import eternal wealth;
And leave to beggar’d minds the pearl and gold.
Thy travels dost thou boast o’er foreign realms?
Thou stranger to the world! thy tour begin;
Thy tour through Nature’s universal orb.
Nature delineates her whole chart at large, 610