LXXXI.

The Sun went down, the smoke rose up, as from

A half-unquenched volcano, o'er a space

Which well beseemed the "Devil's drawing-room,"

As some have qualified that wondrous place:

But Juan felt, though not approaching Home,

As one who, though he were not of the race,

Revered the soil, of those true sons the mother,

Who butchered half the earth, and bullied t' other.[557]

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