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 THE DUTCH PATROL

Christmas-Eve is ended,

Just at the noon of night,

Rare things are seen by mortal een

That have the second sight.

In St. Mark's church-yard then

They see the shape arise

Of him who ruled Nieuw Amsterdam

And here in slumber lies.

His face, beneath the close black cap,

Has a martial look and grim;

On either side his locks fall wide

To the broad collar's rim;

His sleeves are slashed; the velvet coat

Is fashioned Hollandese

Above his fustian breeches, trimmed

With scarf-knots at the knees.

His leg of flesh is hosed in silk;

His wooden leg is bound, 72