Classic Poem

" Campo nas Syrtes deste mar da vida" &c

To thee sunny isle in this ocean of life,
Last hope of the shipwrecked I fly!
Thou art dear as are moments of bliss after strife
Or bright spots in a storm-clouded sky:
O'er the foes whom I shun there's no conquest but flight
And if place changes fortune, at last I change mine
The victory's sure — and I hail with delight
O'er love and ambition a triumph divine:
I'll while life away, in these calm shady bowers
Where the murmur of waters falls sweet on the ear,
Where the Autumn brings fruits and the Summer gives flowers
And the Nightingale's love song is heard all the year;
Where buried forever past cares, and lost powers,
Content and Repose shall become doubly dear!