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“Of all Apollo bronzèd hath thou sole, peaceful didst greet us from th’ abysmal sea:
In thee from Aeolus’ winds that moan and howl, we find good, truthful, glad security.
Long as its Stars leads forth the vasty Pole, long as the Sun shall light the days to be, where’er I haply live, with fame and glory shall live thy praises in my People’s story.”