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And Morton from the maiden learnt how soon Might Santa Clara’s rocky isle be won, Where batteries planted ere another moon The siege must end, and Mota’s fortress stun With many a thunder-voiced o’erpowering gun; And Blanca promised to the shore to guide. Swift Morton warm with warlike zeal doth run, His plans unfolding to his Chief with pride, And valiant Graham doth give to Morton margin wide.