<poem> THE last place where they stopped abroad was Calais, which, you know, Belonged to England once—though that was many a year ago: It has a beautiful old Tower, all weatherworn and brown, And here's the Sea-Gate, opening from the walls that guard the town. But now Farewell to Merry France! the vessel ready waits To take our party back again across the Dover Straits. <poem>
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