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HILE on the beach the hoary father stood And spoke the murmurs of the multitude, We spread the canvas to the rising gales; The gentle winds distend the snowy sails. As from our dear-loved native shore we fly Our votive shouts, redoubled, rend the sky; "Success, success," far echoes o'er the tide, While our broad hulks the foamy waves divide. From Leo now, the lordly star of day, Intensely blazing, shot his fiercest ray; When slowly gliding from our wishful eyes, The Lusian mountains mingled with the skies; Tago's