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MADEIRA.
BY L. E. L.
On the deep and quiet sea
The day was fast declining;
In the far empurpled sky
A few bright stars were shining.
And the moon looked through the clouds
Which round her path were sweeping,
Like some lone and gentle one
Who Love's vigil late is keeping.
Anchored off that beauteous coast
A noble ship is lying,
While above her stately mast
Are English colours flying.
For the shore is now in sight,
And the perfume of its flowers,
And the odour of its vines,
Make sweet the twilight hours.
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