This be, the lessons now from sufferings past
Befit all time, all change. Oh! by the blood,
The free, the generous blood of Portugal,
Shed on the sands of Afric—by the names
Which, with their centuries of high renown,
There died, extinct for ever—let not those
Who stood in hope and glory at our side
Here, on this very sea-beach, whence they pass’d
To fall, and leave no trophy—let them not
Be soon, be e’er forgotten! for their fate