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Rh Maids of the Henil! dark ye be; But ne'er would I exchanged resign Your charms for all that here I see, Proud Albion shows, of brows that fine Ev'n as the polished ivory shine. O, father Douro! gentle stream, Whose sands a golden store supply, Deign of my heart the wish supreme To hear, thy sacred margins by, That it may be my lot to die!

loved country! thee again I come at length return'd to see; Thy beauteous soil, thy fields where reign Plenty and joy unceasingly! Thy radiant sun, thy peaceful skies, Yes! there extended o'er the plain, From hill to hill, I see arise