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 And holy peace assum'd her blissful reign, Again the peasant joy'd, the landscape smiled again.


 * But John's brave breast to warlike cares inured,

With conscious shame the sloth of ease endured, When not a foe awaked his rage in Spain, The valiant hero braved the foamy main; The first, nor meanest, of our kings who bore The Lusian thunders to the Afric shore. O'er the wild waves the victor-banners flow'd, Their silver wings a thousand eagles shew'd; And proudly swelling to the whistling gales The seas were whiten'd with a thousand sails. Beyond the columns by Alcides placed To bound the world, the zealous warrior past. The shrines of Hagar's race, the shrines of lust, And moon-crown'd mosques lay smoking in the dust. O'er Abyla's high steep his lance he raised, On Ceuta's lofty towers his standard blazed: Ceuta, the refuge of the traitor train, His vassal now, insures the peace of Spain.


 * But ah, how soon the blaze of glory dies!

Illustrious John ascends his native skies. His