"O Portugal! whene'er I see thy name
What proud emotions rise within my breast!
To thee I owe—from thee derive that fame
Which here may linger when I lie at rest.
When as a youth I landed on thy shore,
How little did I think I e'er could be
Worthy the honours thou has giv'n to me;
And when the coming storm I did deplore,
Drove me far from thee by its hostile threat—
With feelings which can never be effaced,