Fearless our merchant now pursues his gain,
And roams securely o'er the boundless main.
Now o'er his head the polar bear he spies,
And freezing spangles of the Lapland skies;
Now swells his canvas to the sultry line,
With glitt'ring spoils where Indian grottoes shine;
Where fumes of incense glad the southern seas,
And wafted citron scents the balmy breeze.
Here nearer suns prepare the rip'ning gem,
To grace great  imperial diadem;
And here the ore, whose melted mass shall yield
On faithful coins each memorable field;
Which mix'd with medals of immortal Rome,
May clear disputes, and teach the time to come.