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Then the old man arose and stood up on the prow,
And fixed his dim eyes on the ocean below;
And they heard him saying, “Oh, woe is me!
But great as the sin must the sacrifice be.”
Oh, mild was his eye, and his manner sublime,
When he looked unto heaven, and said—“Now is the time.”
He looked to the weather, he looked to the lee,
He looked as for something he dreaded to see,
Then stretched his pale hand, and pointed his eye
To a gleam on the verge of the eastern sky.