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He asks, if certain as the pilot told,
Messiah's lore had flourished there of old,
And flourished still? The herald mark'd with joy
The pious wish, and watchful to decoy,
Messiah here, he cries, has altars more
Than all the various shrines of other lore.
O'erjoyed, brave VASCO heard the pleasing tale,
Yet fear'd that fraud its viper-sting might veil
Beneath the glitter of a shew so fair;
He half believes the tale, and arms against the snare.
With GAMA sail'd a bold advent'rous band,
Whose headlong rage had urg'd the guilty hand:
Stern justice for their crimes had ask'd their blood,
And pale in chains condemn'd to death they stood;
But, sav'd by GAMA from the shameful death,
The bread of peace had seal'd their plighted faith,
