Classic Poem

Farewell ye flow'ry fields! where nature's hand
Profusely sheds her vegetable store,
Nurtur'd by genial suns and zephyrs bland!
Farewell thou Tagus! and thy friendly shore:

Long shall my soul thy lost retreats deplore,
Thy haunts where shades of heroes met my eyes —
As oft I mus'd where Camoins trod before,
I saw the godlike form of Gama rise,
With chiefs renown'd beneath yon eastern skies.

Oh, long may peace and glory crown thy scene —
Farewell, just Prince! no sycophantic lay
Insults thy ear — be what thy sires have been,
Thy great progenitors! who op'd the way
Through seas unsail'd before to climes of orient day.