Landfall at dawn, and madeira rose from the sea,
Summited by the sun, a miracle that poured
Soft dream-gold down shadowy slopes
And dark ravines still sleeping,
To the white surf breaking
Against barbaric shores.
O the lift of the heart, when islands lift from the sea, thus,
After long days of believing there is no land in the world.
Who, from a vessel's bow,
Beholds them is a Columbus,
Crying 'San Salvador!'
And sinking glad to his knees.
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