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 That gallant navy by my whirlwinds tost, And raging seas, shall perish on my coast: Then He who first my secret reign descried, A naked corsecorpse [sic] wide floating o'er the tide Shall drive—Unless my heart's full raptures fail, O Lusus! oft shalt thou thy children wail; Each year thy shipwreck'd sons shalt thou deplore, Each year thy sheeted masts shall strew my shore.


 * With trophies plumed behold an hero come,

Ye dreary wilds, prepare his yawning tomb. Though smiling fortune blest his youthful morn, Though glory's rays his laurel'd brows adorn, Full oft though he beheld with sparkling eye The Turkish moons in wild confusion fly, While he, proud victor, thunder'd in the rear, All, all his mighty fame shall vanish here. Quiloa's sons, and thine, Mombaze, shall see Their conqueror bend his laurel'd head to me; While