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When the last hope of trampled France had failed / Like a brief dream of unremaining glory, / From visions of despair I rose, and scaled / The peak of an aerial promontory, / Whose caverned base with the vexed surge was hoary; / And saw the golden dawn break forth, and waken / Each cloud, and every wave: -but transitory / The calm; for sudden, the firm earth was shaken, / As if by the last wreck its frame were overtaken.