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 What mighty deeds in filial order flow'd, While each still brighter than its parent glow'd, Till Henry's Naval School its heroes pour'd From pole to pole wherever Ocean roar'd! Columbus, Gama, and Magellan's name, Its deathless boast; and all of later fame Its offspring—kindling o'er the view the Muse The naval pride of those bright days reviews; Sees Gama's sails, that first to India bore, In awful hope evanish from the shore; Sees from the silken regions of the morn What fleets of gay triumphant vanes return! What heroes, plumed with conquest, proudly bring The Eastern sceptres to the Lusian King! When sudden, rising on the evening gale, Methinks I hear the Ocean's murmurs wail, And every breeze repeat the woeful tale, How bow'd, how fell proud Lisboa's naval throne— Ah heaven, how cold the boding thoughts rush on! Methinks