And stems the whirls of land-surrounded waves.
For ever sacred to the hero’s fame
These foaming straits shall bear his deathless name.
Through these dread jaws of rock he presses on;
Another ocean’s breast, immense, unknown,
Beneath the south’s cold wings, unmeasured, wide,
Receives his vessels; through the dreary tide
In darkling shades where never man before
Heard the waves howl, he dares the nameless shore.
Thus far, O favoured Lusians, bounteous heaven