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Genoa, when the sunset gave Its last warm purple to the wave, No sound of war, no voice of fear, Was heard, announcing danger near: Though deadliest foes were there, whose hate But slumber'd till its hour of fate, Yet calmly, at the twilight's close, Sunk the wide city to repose.

But when deep midnight reign'd around, All sudden woke the alarm-bell's sound, Full swelling, while the hollow breeze Bore its dread summons o'er the seas.