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Drake
And this great victory, whose ocean fame
Shall wash the world with thunder till that day
When tere is no more sea, and the strong cliffs
Pass like a smoke, and the last peal of it
Sounds thro' the trumpet."
Sounds thro' the trumpet" So, with close-hauled sails,
Over the rolling triumph of the deep,
Lifting their hearts to heaven, they turned back home.

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