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London


The flashing oars leapt on, and when the race
Had left us hoarse, we sought thy lights and fun,
And found thee frolic; and when joy was done
And life looked stern in every laughing face,
Thou gav'st us wiser counsel of thy grace,
And when Fate caught us in our race half run
And bade us slave beneath a Southern sun
Not without tears we broke from thine embrace.

Then what though Spring kindle the Southern plain
And a great light laugh o'er the golden land?
Our hearts are yonder 'mid the roar and rain!
Blithe as of yore, we doff the Templar's gown,
And through the mist that shawls the evening Strand,
Go forth to greet the lights of London Town.