Making the flood clap hands in acclamation;
And so with all their streamers, as ’twere spring
Floating away to other hemispheres,
Put out to sea; and touching not the isles
That gem the midway deep—not from distrust
Of friendly France in whose crown they are set,
And who (as mighty states contend in peace
With courtesies as with hard blows in war)
Swell’d the triumphal tide with pageantries
I may not stop to tell—but borne upon,