Such shadowy happiness their thoughts employ,
Illusion all, and visionary joy!
Thus time elapsed, while o’er the pathless tide
Their ship through Grecian seas the pilots guide.
Occasion called to touch at Candia’s shore,
Which, blest with favouring winds, they soon explore;
The haven enter, borne before the gale,
Despatch their commerce, and prepare to sail.
Eternal powers! what ruins from afar
Mark the fell track of desolating war!