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XLII
Then came reverses to our arms;I saw the signal light's alarms
All night red-crescenting the bay.
The foe poured down a flood next day
As strong as tides when tides are high,
And drove us to the open sea,
In such wild haste of flight that we
Had hardly time to arm and fly.
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