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 In grateful memory of the heavenly sign, The pledge of conquest by the aid divine.


 * Nor long his faulchion in the scabbard slept,

His warlike arm increasing laurels reapt: From Leyra's walls the baffled Ismar flies, And strong Arroncha falls his conquer'd prize; That honour'd town, through whose Elysian groves Thy smooth and limpid wave, O Tagus, roves. Th' illustrious Santarene confest his power, And vanquish'd Mafra yields her proudest tower. The Lunar mountains saw his troops display Their marching banners and their brave array; To him submits fair Cintra's cold domain, The soothing refuge of the Nayad train. When love's sweet snares the pining nymphs would shun: Alas, in vain from warmer climes they run: The cooling shades awake the young desires, And the cold fountains cherish love's soft fires. And