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" I have borne a message of fearful wrath To the shipwreck'd mariner in my path: I sported all night with his hopes and fears, Occasion'd, and then put an end to his tears. I shiver'd the masts to a fearful wreck, I swept the rich spoils from the shatter'd deck, I scatter'd a part on the frightful shore, And the rest went down to be seen no more. My victims I dash'd on the rocky coast, Their shrieks in my deaf'ning roar were lost! Ask me not wherefore—thou never shalt know Till the billows reveal their tales of woe!" -.
0 cease, ye winds, for I would not hear Of the wreck-strewn beach, or the fields of war; Nor more of the chambers of death and decay; But have you not pass'd, in your lengthening way, Some sacred spot where beloved ones reside ? , Some pleasing scene to my vision denied ?
" Aye, I 've "breathed thro' the far-off western
glades, I have seen the beloved who sought their
shades; I pass'd by the one thou hast miss'd so long, And bore far aloft her delightful song. I return'd—she question'd me there, like thee, To know if I 'd pass'd the old homestead tree: I kiss'd the .air child of the laughing eye Which you loved so dearly in days gone by;
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