The sea, subdued, the victor's law obeys;365
No vessel needs a goddess' art in framing,
Nor oars in heroes' hands, the ocean taming:
The frailest craft now dares the roughest waves.
Now, every bound removed, new cities rise370
In lands remote, their ancient walls removing;
While men of Ind by Caspian shores are roving,
And Persia's face now greets the western skies.375
The time will come, as lapsing ages flee,
When every land shall yield its hidden treasure;