Soon the ripe metal own’d the quick’ning ore;
For in one tide their passions seemed to roll,
By kindred age and sympathy of soul.
These o’er th’ inferior naval train preside,
The course determine, or the commerce guide:
O’er all the rest, an undistinguished crew,
Her wing of deepest shade Oblivion drew.
III. A sullen languor still the skies opprest,
And held th’ unwilling ship in strong arrest:
High in his chariot glowed the lamp of day,