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In many a fierce and noble fight, Though foil'd on that Egyptian night, When Gallia's host was drown'd, And Nelson o'er his country's foes, Like the destroying angel rose.
A gay and gallant company, With shouts that rend the air, For warrior-wreaths upon the sea, Their joyful brows prepare; But many a maiden's sigh was sent, And many a mother's blessing went, And many a father's prayer, With that exulting ship to sea, With that undaunted company.
The deep, that, like a cradled child, In breathing slumber lay, More warmly blush'd, more sweetly smiled, As rose the kindling day;
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