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Tii  lib  golddacerl  coat.   15Lit  In:  looked  in  vain
                              For  the  fiver’s  beautiful  facc  again.

                              INigllt  after  night,  day  after  day.
                              The  Frenchman  eagerly  surgkt,  thf:y  say,
                               At  church  or  at  ball,  or along  the  slreer.,
                               F or  the  girl  w ho  flung  her  rose  at  his  te_t.

                               And  she,  night  after  ni^ht  and  dav  after  dav,
                               Was  sailing  farther  and  father  away
                               From  the  window,  where  her :xissionati;:  heart
                               Had  sudden  felt  love's  piercing  dart.

                               For  her  jealous  father'.-;  wntehfal  oyes
                               Had  noted  all  in  dismayed  si: ijiri-
                               From  the  street  be'ow.  -aid  taking tlie  gauge
                               Of  a  wo man's  heartj  in  a  ni om erf’s  ra^e,
                               He swore,  1 his  old  colonial  squire,
                              'That before the  daylight  should  expire.
                              This  daughter  of  his  with  her  w il  and  graee.
                              With  her dangerous  heart  rmd  beat  liml  face,
                                             o
                              Should be  on  her way  to a sure  retreat,
                              Where  no  rose  of  hers  should  fall  at the feet.
                              O f  a  cursed  Frenchman,  Ingh  or  low.
                              And  so,  while the  Count  De  Rochenbo,
                              In his  gold-laced  coat  wore  a faded  flower.
                              And  waited the  giver,  hour  by hour.
                              She  was  sailing  a wav in  the  wild  March  night,
                              On  the  deck  of  the little sloop  “ Delight,
                              Guarded  well,  in  the  darkness  there
                              Tty  the  watehfibl  ryes  of  a  jealous  ca-e.

                              Three  weeks  later  a  brig bore  down
                              Into the  harbor  of  Portsmouth  town.
                              Towing  a  wreck.    ’Twas the sloop  “■  Delight ’*
                              Off  Hampton  Roads.      In the -very  sight
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