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13.
The lowly Cottage-home was placedWhere then was all a lonely waste;
For Morton, always first to come
At duty's call or danger's frown,
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Without the limits of the town,
Then to the narrow streets confined
That nearest to the water lay:
Around Fort Hill the dwellings wind,
And cluster near the open Bay;—
And westward then as now was heard
Like herald summons to be gone;
An undefined and wandering word,—
Its common import—further on.
And westward then had Morton gone
To draw the settlers further on.
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