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where sea birds build their nests." "Lies! naught but lies!" so Number Seven began,-- No harm was known of that secluded man. He lived alone,--who would n't if he might, And leave the rogues and idiots out of sight? A foolish story,--still, I'll do my best,-- The house was real,--don't believe the rest. How could a ruined dwelling last so long Without its legends shaped in tale and song? Who was this man of whom they tell the lies? Perhaps--why not?--NAPOLEON! in disguise,-- So some said, kidnapped from his ocean coop, Brought to this island in a coasting sloop,-- Meanwhile a sham Napoleon in his place Played Nap. and saved Sir Hudson from disgrace. Such was one story; others used to say, "No,--not Napoleon,--it was Marshal Ney." "Shot?" Yes, no doubt, but not with balls of lead, But balls of pith that never shoot folks dead. He wandered round, lived South for many a year, At last came North and fixed his dwelling here. Choose which you will of all the tales that pile Their mingling fables on the tree-crowned isle. Who wrote this modest version I suppose That truthful Teacup, our Dictator, knows; Made up of various legends, it would seem, The sailor's yarn, the crazy poet's dream. Such tales as this, by simple souls received, At first are stared at and at last believed; From threads like this the grave historians try To weave their webs, and never know they lie. Hear, then, the fables that have gathered round The lonely home an exiled stranger found. THE EXILE'S SECRET YE that have faced the billows and the spray Of good St. Botolph's island-studded bay, As from the gliding bark your eye has scanned The beaconed rocks, the wave-girt hills of sand, Have ye not marked one elm-o'ershadowed isle, Round as the dimple chased in beauty's smile,-- A stain of verdure on an azure field, Set like a jewel in a battered shield? Fixed in the narrow gorge of Ocean's path, Peaceful it meets him in his hour of wrath; When the mailed Titan, scourged by hissing gales, Writhes in his glistening coat of clashing scales, The storm-beat island spreads its tranquil green, Calm as an emerald on an angry queen. So fair when distant should be fairer near; A boat shall waft us from the outstretched pier. The breeze blows fresh; we reach the island's edge, Our shallop rustling through the yielding sedge. No welcome greets us on the desert isle; Those elms, far-shadowing, hide no stately pile Yet these green ridges mark an
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