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��JOHN SANDES
��Beats the eager drummer harder, And methinks the bronze can hear,
In those eyes a flash of ardor ! On that cheek a noble tear !
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��Dauntless Captain, did'st thou ever.
With thy sailor-eyes of gray Searching out from thy endeavor
That sequestered flower-starred bay, Dream that some day those who love thee
Here would stake their all of worth. For the flag that waved above thee
And the land that gave thee birth ?
And the dauntless Captain listens :
Ah, if only he could speak ! But a vagrant raindrop glistens
On that scorched and blistered cheek, And the faith that does not falter
Still may hear his whisper low :
- 'Son, this new land doth not alter
Britain's breed of long ago."
— John Sandes.
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