MADOC. THE SECOND PART I.. Now go your way, ye gallant company! For not of conquest greedy, nor of gold, Seek they the distant world. .. Blow fairly, Winds!. Waft, Waves of Ocean, well your blessed load! Fair blew the Winds, and safely did the Waves. Would rouse adventurous courage in a boy, That he might rove the main, if I should tell Over the sunny sea, with wind at will, Prince Madoc sail'd; and of those happy Isles, Which had he seen ere that ordained storm But other doom was his, more arduous toil The perfect Prince, by God and man belov'd. No watchman had been station'd on the height Went up to gaze. He on a staff had scor'd So to beguile impatience, day by day Haunt him, and mingle with his sleep, and mar |