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Sang the fair Goddess how the wide Seas o’er from Tagus bank, whence Gama cut his path, shall sail strong Navies, conq’uering ev’ry shore where Indic Ocean sucks his mighty breath: How all the Kings, who Géntoo gods adore, and dare our yoke reject shall rue the wrath of hard and hardy Arms, with steel and lowe, till low to Gama or to Death they bow: