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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 sun 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, 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, 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; "For