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 As to the fearful dove's impatient eye Appears the height untry'd of upper sky; So seem'd the last dim wave, in boundless space Involved and lost, when Tago's gallant race, As eagles fixing on the Sun their eyes, Through gulfs unknown explor'd the morning skies; And taught the wondering world the grand design Of parent Heaven, that shore to shore should join In bands of mutual aid, from sky to sky, And Ocean's wildest waves the chain supply.


 * And here, my Friend, how many a trophy wooes

The Briton's earnest eye, and British Muse! Here bids the youthful Traveller's care forego The arts of elegance and polish'd shew; Bids other arts his nobler thoughts engage, And wake to highest aim his patriot rage; Those arts which raised that race of Men, who shone The heroes of their age on Lisboa's throne. What