...he sluggish bosom of thy flood recalls ' Thy wandering currents, which through desert wastes ' Flow gently on to where the merchant track ' Divides the Red Sea waters from our own. ' Who, gazing, Nile , upon thy tranquil flow, ' Could picture how in wild array of foam ' (Where shelves the earth) thy billows shall be plunged ' Down the steep cataracts, in fuming wrath ' That rocks should bar the...