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“Oh, Isidor’s and Blanca’s blessing fall “From Heaven upon your heads!” she weeping cried. At Blanca’s name the maidens kist her all, In memory of their Armadilla’s pride. From Contrabandist stores, the cavern wide Embosomed, then refreshment meet they drew; And while the flickering blaze, as nightwinds sighed, In light or shade their beauties lambent threw, They waited till more calm the Ocean grow to view.