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 And from the bowers of heaven thy grandsires see Their various virtues bloom afresh in thee; One for the joyful days of peace renown'd, And one with war's triumphant laurels crown'd: With joyful hands, to deck thy manly brow, They twine the laurel and the olive-bough; With joyful eyes a glorious throne they see, In Fame's eternal dome, reserved for thee. Yet, while thy youthful hand delays to wield The sceptre'd power, or thunder of the field, Here view thine Argonauts, in seas unknown, And all the terrors of the burning zone, Till their proud standards, rear'd in other skies, And all their conquests meet thy wondering eyes.


 * Now, far from land, o'er Neptune's dread abode

The Lusitanian fleet triumphant rode; Onward