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CXVIII. STRENGTH IN QUIETNESS.
So faint the line that marks the sea and sky,It seems as though the ships sailed in the air;
Whilst, at her spinning-wheel, without a care,
The cottage maiden carols merrily,
And the near ocean murmurs listlessly:
Yet in its tranquil bosom, clear and fair,
Dwell potent forces, might beyond compare,
Which, even now, to him who listens, cry:
Hold thou, whilst Life's calm current flows along,
Heroic powers that still their rule maintain;
Courage to fight against the soul of wrong;
Unconquered energies that master pain;
Keen foresight; prudence, and a will so strong
That circumstance shall rear its rocks in vain.
Fano, July 1868.
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