Chapter 81 CASABIANCA

The boy stood on the burning deck

Whence all but he had fled;

The flame that lit the battle's wreck

Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,

As born to rule the storm:

A creature of heroic blood,

A proud though child-like form.

The flames rolled on-he would not go

Without his father's word;

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