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Then I crept out in the dark Till I hung above the hatch Of the "Serapis,"--a mark For her marksmen!--with a match And a hand-grenade, but lingered just a moment more to snatch One last look at sea and sky! At the lighthouse on the hill! At the harvest-moon on high! And our pine flag fluttering still! Then turned and down her yawning throat I launched that devil's pill!