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120 Where never mortal came!—there blinded fell, All unaware of his own victory!

For here, between these very parallels, Ancient Purânas of the Indian Place Soma Giri; whence a vast long lake Amâra flows, Amâra "of the Gods," And from Amâra, Nile.

Alas! he died Unknowing all the hopeful fruit that Frere$26$ Ripened from those indignant words of truth, A lone old man, among Hell's legionaries, Unquailing hurl'd against the slave-trader. He learn'd stern Baker's wonderful campaign: Now, peradventure, he hath learn'd the whole!

But if Columbus, voyaging forlorn, Wandering ever in wan ways unknown Of shoreless ocean toward the dying day, Daring, presumptuous mortal! to assail Barriers Heaven piles against mankind: