As when, upon the smooth pacific deep

As when, upon the smooth pacific deep
Dense fogs, to sight impervious, have withheld
A gallant vessel from some bold Emprize
Day after day deferred, till anxious hope
Yields to despair, if chance a sudden breeze
Spring up and dissipate the veil, all hearts
Throb at the change, and every sail is spread
To speed her course along the dazzling waves
For recompense of glorious conquest soon
To be achieved upon the astonished foe.
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