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THE ISLAND OF MADEIRA.
Though never axe until a later dayAssailed thy forests' huge antiquity,
Yet elder Fame had many tales of thee—
Whether Phœnician shipman, far astray,
Had brought uncertain notices away
Of islands dreaming in the middle sea;
Or that man's heart, which struggles to be free
From the old worn-out world, had never stay,
Till, for a place to rest on, it had found
A region out of ken, that happier isle,
Which the mild ocean-breezes blow around;
Where they who thrice upon this mortal stage
Had kept their hands from wrong, their hearts from guile,
Should come at length, and live a tearless age.
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