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 And when, descending in the western main, The sun still rises on thy lengthening reign: Thou blooming Scion of the noblest stem, Our nation's safety, and our age's gem, O young Sebastian, hasten to the prime Of manly youth, to Fame's high temple climb: Yet now attentive hear the Muse's lay While thy green years to manhood speed away: The youthful terrors of thy brow suspend, And, O propitious, to the song attend, The numerous song, by patriot-passion fir'd, And by the glories of thy race inspir'd: To be the herald of my country's fame My first ambition and my dearest aim: Nor conquests fabulous nor actions vain, The muse's pastime, here adorn the strain: Orlando's fury, and Rugero's rage, And all the heroes of th' Aonian page, The