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Their native soil no more they trod ; They rest beneath no hallow'd sod ;

Throughout the living world, This sole memorial of their lot Remains, — they ivere^ and they are not.

The Spirit of the Cape * pursued Their long and toilsome way ; At length, in ocean solitude, He sprang upon his prey;

• Havoc !' the shipwreck-demon cried.

Loosed all his tempests on the tide,

Gave all his lightnings play : The abyss recoil'd before the blast. Firm stood the seaman till the last.

��* The Cape of Good Hope, formerly called the Cape •f Storms,— See Camoens' Lusiad, book V.

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