He reach’d that city, once the seat renown’d
Of Suevi kings, where, in contempt of Rome
Degenerate long, the North’s heroic race
Raised first a rival throne; now from its state
Of proud regality debased and fallen.
Still bounteous nature o’er the lovely vale,
Where like a Queen rose Bracara august,
Pour’d forth her gifts profuse; perennial springs
Flow’d for her habitants, and genial suns,
With kindly showers to bless the happy clime,