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The coup d'etat is blotted out
With fresher blood, with blacker crime,
As midnight horrors put to rout
The vaguer ghosts of twilight-time.

'Greeting from those who are to die!...

Above our dear Romancer's dust
Grief takes the place of praise,
Because of sudden cypress thrust
Amid the old-earned bays.

Ah! when shall such another friend
By England's fireside sit,...

Devotion! When thy name is named,
What matchless visions rise!
The Hebrew, leaving Pharoah's house,
To Israel's rescue flies;
The Moabitess, gleans, content,
Beneath the burning skies.
...

Cond' had come with us all the way,
Eight hundred miles, but the fortnight's rest
Made him fresh as a youngster, the sturdy bay!
And Lurline was looking her very best.
...

O happy day, with seven-fold blessings set
Amid thy hallowed hours, the memories dear
Of childhood's holidays, and household cheer,
When friends and kin in loving circle met,...

'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,
And 'sire,' he said, 'I bring thy ships in safety home again
From seas unsailed of mariner in all the days of yore,...