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 Far from the hurricane's resistless sweep That tears with thundering rage the Carib deep; Far from the foul-winged Winter that deforms And rolls the northern main with storms on storms; Beneath salubrious skies, to summer gales She gives the ventrous and returning sails: The smiling isles, named Fortunate of old, First on her Ocean's bosom fair unfold: Thy world, Columbus, spreads its various breast, Proud to be first by Lisboa's waves carest; And Afric wooes and leads her easy way To the fair regions of the rising day. If Turkey's drugs invite or silken pride, Thy straits, Alcides, give the ready tide; And turn the prow, and soon each shore expands From Gallia's coast to Europe's northern lands.

When Heaven decreed low to the dust to bring That lofty oak, Assyria's boastful King, Deep,