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 Whose yet unfinished grandeur proudly boasts The fairest hope of either India's coasts, And bids the Muse's eye in vision roam Through mighty scenes in ages long to come.


 * Forgive, fair Thames, the song of truth that pays

To Tago's empress-stream superior praise; O'er every vauntful river be it thine To boast the guardian shield of laws divine; But yield to Tagus all the sovereign state By Nature's gift bestow'd and partial Fate, The sea-like port and central sway to pour Her fleets, by happiest course, on every shore.


 * When from the sleep of ages dark and dread,

Thy Genius, Commerce, rear'd her infant head, Her cradle bland on Tago's lap she chose, And soon to wondering childhood sprightly rose; And when to green and youthful vigour grown On Tago's breast she fixt her central throne; Far