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CANTO FIRST.



GROVE OF ACACIAS.



I.

Shade of Columbus, here thy relics rest;
Here, while these numbers to the desert ring,
The self-same breeze that passes o'er thy breast, (1)
Salutes me, as with panting heart, I sing.

II.

Madoc! my ancient father's bones repose
Where their bold harps thy country's bards enwreathed; (2)
And this warm blood once coursed the veins of those
Who flourished where thy first faint sigh was breathed.

III.

Heroes departed both, if still ye love
These realms to which on earth, ye oped the way,
Amid the joys that crown your deeds, above,
One moment pause and deign to bless my lay!

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