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THE FLIGHT OF THE EARLS. |
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As slowly into distance dim
Your shadow sinks and dies, So o'er the ocean's utmost rim
Another realm shall rise : New hills shall swell, new vales expand,
New rivers winding flow, But could we for a foster land
Your mother love forego ? |
Shall mighty Espan's* martial praise
Our patriot pulses still, And o'er your mem'ry's fervent rays
For ever cast a chill ? Oh no ! we live for your relief,
Till, home from alien earth, We share the smile that gilds your grief,
The tear that gems your mirth. |
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Spain's. |
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H. 4868. |
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