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A baleful brand, a hurrying torch Whereby anew the boats are seen   A burning transport all alurch! Breathless we gaze; yet still we glean Glimpses of beauty as we eager lean. A BALEFUL BRAND A HURRYING TORCH WHERE BY ANEW THE BOATS ARE SEEN A BURNING TRANSPORT ALL ALERT BREATHLESS WE GAZE YET STILL WE GLEAN GLIMPSES OF BEAUTY AS WE EAGER LEAN
ad, better three tears.” A purposed light; it shows our fleet; Yet a little late in its searching ray, So far and strong, that in phantom cheat Lank on the deck our shadows lay; The shining flag-ship stings their guns to furious play. How dread to mark her near the glare And glade of death the beacon throws Athwart the racing waters there; One by one each plainer grows, Then speeds a blazoned target to our gladdened foes. The impartial cresset lights as well The fixed forts to the boats that run; And, plunged from the ports, their answers swell Back to each fortress dun: Ponderous words speaks every monster gun. Fearless they flash through gates of flame, The salamanders hard to hit, Though vivid shows each bulky frame; And never the batteries intermit, Nor the boats huge guns; they fire and flit. Anon a lull. The beacon dies: “Are they out of that strait accurst” But other flames now dawning rise, Not mellowly brilliant like the first, But rolled in smoke, whose whitish volumes burst. HEERS LOT STOPS HIS MOUTH NAY LAD BETTER THREE TEARS A PURPOSE LIGHT IT SHOWS OUR FLEET YET A LITTLE LATE IN ITS SEARCHING RAY SO FAR AND STRONG THAT IN PHANTOM CHEAT LANK ON THE DECK OUR SHADOWS LAY THE SHINING FLAG SHIP STINGS THEIR GUNS TO FURIOUS PLAY HOW DREAD TO MARK HER NEAR THE GLARE AND GLADE OF DEATH THE BEACON THROWS ATHWART THE RACING WATERS THERE ONE BY ONE EACH PLAINER GROWS THEN SPEEDS A BLAZONED TARGET TO OUR GLADDEN'D FOES THE IMPARTIAL CRESSET LIGHTS AS WELL THE FIX'D FORT TO THE BOATS THAT RUN AND PLUNG'D FROM THE PORTS THEIR ANSWERS SWELL BACK TO EACH FORTRESS DONE POND'ROUS WORDS SPEAKS EVERY MONSTER GUN FEARLESS THEY FLASH THROUGH GATES OF FLAME THE SALAMANDERS HARD TO HIT THOUGH VIVID SHOWS EACH BULKY FRAME AND NEVER THE BATTERIES INTERMIT NOR THE BOAT'S HUGE GUNS THEY FIRE AND FLIT ANON A LULL THE BEACON DIES ARE THEY OUT OF THAT STRAIT ACCURST BUT OTHER FLAMES NOW DAWNING RISE NOT MELLOWLY BRILLIANT LIKE THE FIRST BUT ROLLED IN SMOKE WHOSE WHITISH VOLUMES BURST
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