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* How sweetly
our poet Cowper alludes to the Spice Islands in that all-beautiful
poem on his mother's picture: speaking of her rest, he says --
" Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast,
The storms all weathered and the ocean cross'd,
Shoots into port at some weli-haven'd isle,
Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile ;
There sits quiescent on the floods that show
Her beauteous form, reflected clear below;
While airs impregnated with incense play
Around her, fanning light her           gay:
So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore
Where tempests never blow, nor billows roar.