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But Look! a wisp of smoke goes curling high,Towards the glorious sun which gave it life,And bears aloft the spirit ne'er to die,And triumphs still o'er season's bitter strife.
O noble life, so handsome and so brave,That cheered less happy fellows with a smile,Till duty's finger pointed o'er the wave,And pangs of parting gripped his heart the while
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