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NORTH AND SOUTH OF FLAMBOROUGH HEAD.
North of yon jutting headland wild waves beatThe frowning cliffs with multitudinous roar;
Foiled by that mighty rampart evermore,
They die in angry foam about its feet.
Here, in this sheltered bay, with whisper sweet,
The smiling ripples kiss the level shore;
White sails flit by and white wings hover o'er
The azure waves which skies of azure meet.
Those stormy breakers and this peaceful bay
Nought sunders save a narrow promontory.
My soul! as quick a step, as short a way,
Divides this life, with its dark, troubled story,
From the calm haven of eternal day,
Its bliss angelic and unruffled glory!
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