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 360 WATEaLOO. To Albion the triumphant Laurel yield, Reap'd with her sword on thy unrivall'd field High Arbitress of nations, Oceau's Queen, In might majestic, in success serene, Where, calm in joy, her smiling front she rears, Yet fondly weeps with all a Mother's tears, Gaze on the regal crown, that gems her brows, Where 'mid the brightness, brighter lustre glows, That dazzling glory, that diviner hue Darts from thy name, immortal Waterloo ! THE, EID. ......... Google

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