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An echo round that fatal shore,
The death wail of the sufferers bore.
The morning sun shed forth
Its light upon the scene,
Where tower and palace strew'd the earth
With wrecks of what had been.
But of the thousands who were gone,
No trace was left, no vestige shown.
1828.
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