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_Translated from the original Portuguese on a marble slab in the garden / of Don Juan De Castro_,_ at Cintra_.
Tiny fields in charming order, / Which the jagged forests border; / Sheltered valleys downward wending, / 'Midst the rocks to heaven ascending; / Silvery fountains turbid never, / Foliage dense which bloometh ever; / Ceaseless Zephyrs gently playing, / Satyrs, fawns by thousands straying; / Nymphs, with fair bewitching faces, / Form of Cintra's clime the graces.