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 By ancient bard, by ancient chief unknown, Till ocean's utmost shore thy bondage own.


 * Thus from the Ganges to the Gadian strand,

From the most northern wave to southmost land That land decreed to bear the injured name Of Magalhaens, the Lusian pride and shame; From all that vast, tho' crown'd with heroes old, Who with the gods were demi-gods enroll'd: From all that vast no equal heroes shine To match in arms, O lovely daughter, thine.


 * So spake the awful ruler of the skies,

And Maia's son swift at his mandate flies: His charge, from treason and Mombassa's king The weary fleet in friendly port to bring, And, while in sleep the brave D E G AMA lay, To warn, and fair the shore of rest display. Fleet through the yielding air Cyllenius glides, As to the light the nimble air divides. The mystic helmet on his head he wore, And in his hand the fatal rod he bore;