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IV.Again! again! again!And the havock did not slack,Till a feeble cheer the DaneTo our cheering sent us back;—Their shots along the deep slowly boom:—Then ceased—and all is wail,As they strike the shatter'd sail;Or, in conflagration pale,Light the gloom.—
V.Out spoke the victor then,As he hail'd them o'er the wave;Ye are brothers! ye are men!And we conquer but to save:—So peace instead of death let us bring;But yield, proud foe, thy fleet,With the crews, at England's feet,And make submission meetTo our King.'—
VI.Then Denmark bless'd our chief,That he gave her wounds repose;And the sounds of joy and griefFrom her people wildly rose,As death withdrew his shades from the dayWhile the sun look'd smiling brightO'er a wide and woeful sight,Where the fires of funeral lightDied away.
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