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A. piece of the wreck of the Atlantic, with the steamer's bell attached to it, became at the time, and continues to be, fastened between two rocks. During every swell of the waves, the bell tolls forth its melancholy dirge over the spot where the living cargo was engulfed.—Newspaper.
Heard'st tbou on a distant strand Its sound midst the ocean's roar,
Like a voice from the spirit-land— A call from eternity's shore ?
'Twas swept in a fearful hour From the shatter'd wreck away,
And hung by the wild waves' power Where it owns the tempests' sway.
That bell hath a language deep, Which reaches the inmost soul;
And thoughts, which at other times sleep, Awake as those billows roll.
It speaks of ambitious aims
In their tow'ring pride laid low,
But tells not of the many names Of the dead who sleep below.
It speaks of the hopes, once bright, Quench'd in the waves forever;
Of those bands which trouble might Labour in vain to sever.
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