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A
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The boy stood on the burning deck,
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B
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Whence all but he had fled;
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A
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The flame that lit the battle’s wreck,
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B
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Shone round him o’er the dead.
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C
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Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
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D
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As born to rule the storm;
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C
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A creature of heroic blood,
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D
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A proud, though childlike form.
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E
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The flames rolled on – he would not go,
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F
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Without his father’s word;
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E
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That father, faint in death below,
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F
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His voice no longer heard.
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G
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He called aloud – ‘Say, father, say
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H
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If yet my task is done?’
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G
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He knew not that the chieftain lay
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H
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Unconscious of his son.
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I
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‘Speak, father!’ once again he cried,
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J
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‘If I may yet be gone!’
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I
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– And but the booming shots replied,
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J
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And fast the flames rolled on.
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K
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Upon his brow he felt their breath
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L
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And in his waving hair;
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K
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And look’d from that lone post of death,
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L
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In still yet brave despair.
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M
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And shouted but once more aloud,
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N
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‘My father! must I stay?’
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M
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While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud,
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N
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The wreathing fires made way.
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O
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They wrapped the ship in splendour wild,
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P
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They caught the flag on high,
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O
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And streamed above the gallant child,
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P
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Like banners in the sky.
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Q
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There came a burst of thunder sound –
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R
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The boy – oh! where was he?
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Q
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Ask of the winds that far around
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R
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With fragments strewed the sea!
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L
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With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
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S
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That well had borne their part,
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L
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But the noblest thing which perished there,
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S
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Was that young faithful heart.
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