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 Still to the south our pointed keels we guide, And through the austral gulf still onward ride. Her palmy forests mingling with the skies, Leona's rugged steep behind us flies; The Cape of Palms that jutting land we name, Already conscious of our nation's fame. Where the vext waves against our bulwarks roar, And Lusian towers o'erlook the bending shore: Our sails wide swelling to the constant blast, Now by the isle from Thomas named we past; And Congo's spacious realm before us rose, Where copious Zayra's limpid billow flows; A flood by ancient hero never seen, Where many a temple o'er the banks of green, Rear'd by the Lusian heroes, through the night Of Pagan darkness, pours the mental light.


 * O'er the wild waves as southward thus we stray,

Our port unknown, unknown the watery way; Each