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III. THE ISLE OF WIGHT.
Isle of the blossoming myrtle and the bay,Of elm, and snowy cliff, and sunny down,
King-makers can assure no lasting crown,
Song-makers bear the sceptre that must stay.
With Beauchamp passed thy dynasty away,
But to thy royal seat of high renown
Came one whom all the gentle muses own:
His reign is young, albeit his locks are grey.
Thou hast thy king—nor yet unqueened thou art,
Crown-wearied, here, our Sovereign finds her rest,
Where, like a jewel that chance blows may turn,
Set in the gleaming Solent, thou dost burn
To fence from wind and foe our sailor heart—
Thou fairest island-gem on England's breast!
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