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3. "Lo, dim in the starlight their white tents appear!
Ride softly! ride slowly! the onset is near
More slowly! more softly! the sentry may hear!
Now fall on the foe like a tempest of flame!
Strike down the false banner whose triumph were shame!
Strike, strike for the true flag, for freedom and fame!"

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4. "Hush! hark! did stealing steps go by?
Came not faint whispers near?
No!--The wild wind hath many a sigh
Amid the foliage sere."

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5. "Her giant form
O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm,
Majestically calm, would go,
Mid the deep darkness, white as snow!
But gentler now the small waves glide,
Like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side.
So stately her bearing, so proud her array,
The main she will traverse for ever and aye.
Many ports will exult at the gleam of her mast.
Hush! hush! thou vain dreamer! this hour is her last!"

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