When I was lost and had no hope,
In a dismal southern bay,
I gave my soul to a patriot
As handsome as the day.
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His hair was blond, his skin porcelain,
His teeth a glistening white:
He said for sake of folk and country,
All good men must fight.
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When I asked why, he smiled,
And placed a hand upon my face.
For all the marvels of the world, said he,
We are lost without our race.
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So I sat with him in growing wonder,
As he spoke with blazing eyes.
And in his silken, honeyed voice,
He told me lovely lies.
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I am not a silent poet 