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XVI. SIR FRANCIS DRAKE, THE HOE.
Mould him in bronze, or hew him out of stone,His name shall live beyond what hands can make,
Who with his fifty fighting men durst rake
That sea which, heaving cloth of gold, had shone
Since first those long grey eyes had looked thereon,
And he had felt the South Pacific wake
Unconquerable daring,—gallant Drake,
Prince, sailor, soldier, buccaneer, in one.
Three years 'neath flying suns and wandering moons
He sailed his Hind, the sea-scourge of the world,
Then, round the Horn, as full as hull could hold
Of Devon's courage and of Spain's doubloons,
Steered home, but England never since has furled
Her sails of enterprise in lust for gold.
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