On the Discovery of the Cape of Good Hope, <br />or Cape of Storms <br /> <br /> <br />Where no sound was ever heard <br /> But the ocean's hollow roar, <br />As it breaks, in foamy mountains, <br /> Along the rugged shore: <br /> <br />Where ev'ry wind of heaven <br /> That has terror on its wings, <br />Howls to the startled echo <br /> That through each cavern rings: <br /> <br /> <br />Upon that world of waters, <br /> Where nought has ever pass'd <br />But the storm-bird's glittering pinions, <br /> As it whirls amidst the blast— <br /> <br /> <br />Where no sail has ever wandered <br /> Beneath that troubled sky, <br />Frowns the stately Cape of Storms <br /> O'er the drear immensity! <br /> <br /> <br />Above whose hoary summit, <br /> Where captive thunders sleep, <br />Three huge black clouds for ever <br /> Their dreadful station keep. <br /> <br /> <br />We have gazed on what no other <br /> Has ever gazed upon— <br />We have braved the angry spirits, <br /> And our victory is won. <br /> <br /> <br />We have conquered all the dangers <br /> Of a yet unfathom'd sea; <br />And we bring the prize of glory. <br /> Our country, Spain, to thee!<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-crew-of-diaz/
