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And many a noble gift Salustian sent With old Hidalgo lavishment to mark His grateful spirit to the maids who went To aid his daughter when the sky was dark, And safely bore to his arms in gallant bark. But what of San Sebastian ’mid this play Of grief and joy alternate? Is no ark Of saving launched upon the torrent spray, That swept her homes? Alas, still desolate are they!