LXXX + 

“About this time⁠—making delightful way⁠— + 

Shed a quill-feather from my larboard wing⁠— + 

Wish’d, trusted, hoped ’twas no sign of decay⁠— + 

Thank Heaven, I’m hearty yet!⁠—’twas no such thing:⁠— + 

At five the golden light began to spring, + 

With fiery shudder through the bloomed east; + 

At six we heard Panthea’s churches ring⁠— + 

The city all his unhived swarms had cast, + 

To watch our grand approach, and hail us as we pass’d. + 