TO THE MARQUIS OF DUFFERIN AND AVA
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VI.
And drew him over sea to you—
He fain had ranged her thro' and thro',
To serve her myriads and the State,—
VII.
And on thro' many a brightening year,
Had never swerved for craft or fear,
By one side-path, from simple truth;
VIII.
And caught her chaplet here—and there
In haunts of jungle-poison'd air
The flame of life went wavering down;