From “Twasinta’s Seminoles” (Canto I, XLI)
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Albery Allson Whitman
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Was not thy standard on these shores unfurled?—
Dominions named for thy “most Christian Queen”
The smile-provoking jest of a New World,
Whose sons in battle had victorious been,
O’er English vet’rans, who had service seen?
Yea, when the luchre-loving Saxon grew
And fattened on the blood of slaves, I ween
Not much remained for errant hands to do,
Except to seize and hold the weak in bondage too!
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