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 Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag...  New National First[ -fifth] Reader - Page 406 by Charles Joseph Barnes, J. Marshall Hawkes - 1884 Full view -
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