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 Of omen high.—And Camoens' Ghost no more Wails the neglected Muse on Tago's shore; No more his tears the barbarous Age upbraid: His griefs and wrongs all sooth'd, his happy Shade Beheld th' Ulysses of his age return To Tago's banks; and earnest to adorn The Hero's brows, he weaves the Elysian crown, What time the letter'd Chiefs of old renown, And