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Let grateful Gama to my Muse give grace, for the great patriot-love that gars her sound the Lyre for all her Sons, and aye retrace the name and fame of ways and wars renown’d: Nor he, nor they who call themselves his race e’er in Calliope a friend so found, or from the Tagus-maidens boon could claim, to leave their golden webs and hymn his name.