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Rh All ocean patent to our quest, who seek with hearts elate The shining happy palaces of Island Fortunate.

We pass'd a convoy guarded fleet in sunset waters rock'd The careful coasters cried to us, the men of battle mock'd As half regretfully we gazed where floating fair and free The pennons of the fighting ships dipp'd silken to the sea. We know not how their traffic throve, nor how the battle sped But these we left to count their pelf, and these to tell their dead. As vain their dream of petty gain, as theirs of martial state To us who sought the wide world through for Island Fortunate.