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64 As annual tribute. Much they own
 * In lands and gold,—but they confess

From that eventful day alone
 * Dawned on their industry,—success. . ..

Absurd may be the tale I tell,
 * Ill-suited to the marching times,

I loved the lips from which it fell,
 * So let it stand among my rhymes.