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Blest offspring of the warm embrace! 
Fond ruler of the crisped race ! 
Tho’ strong thy bow dear boy. 
Thy mingled shafts of black and white, 
Are wing’d with feathers of delight. 
Their points are tipt with joy. 
But when her step had touch’d the strand. 
Wild rapture seiz’d the ravish’d land. 
From every part they came: 
Each mountain, valley, plain and grove 
Haste eagerly to shew their love ; 
Right welcome was the dame. 
Port-Royal shouts were heard aloud. 
Gay St. I ago sent a crowd. 
Grave Kingston not a few: 
No rabble rout,—I heard it said, 
Some great ones join’d the cavalcade—- 
The muse will say not who. 
Gay Goddess of the sable smile! 
Propitious still, this grateful isle 
With thy protection bless ! 
Here fix secure thy constant thrones 
Where all adoring thee, do one. 
One Deity confess. 
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