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“Now past Canaria’s archipelago— ‘Fortunate Isles’ of olden mariners these— the waves that play around the Maids we plow of agèd Hesper, hight Hesperides: Lands ever new, whose wonders greater grow upon the sight, uprose our eyne to please: Then with a prosp’rous wind we took the port, to take provision of the wonted sort.