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Each long-lost haunt I lov'd: the woodbin'd wall,
The jasmine that around the straw-roof'd cot
Its fragrant branches wreath'd, beneath whose shade
I wont to sit and mark the setting sun105
And hear the redbreast's lay. Nor far remote
As o'er the subject landskip round I gaz'd,
The tow'rs of Harfleur rose upon the view.
A foreign master holds my father's home!
I, faraway, remember the past years, 110
And weep.
"The invader came. High o'er the waves
Rides the proud armament in dreadful pomp
That wafted slaughter; to the pebbled shore
The anxious natives throng, and gaze upon
The approaching ruin. On the fav'ring gale,115
The banner'd lion floats. Then might be heard,
(That dreadful emblem of destruction seen,)
The mother's anguish'd shriek, the old man's groan
Of deep despondence. Desolate the cot;
Silent the hamlet haunts of Innocence;120

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