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“STORMING THE SHORE.”
No belt of shingle or of level sandSunders the lines of the besieging host
From the black bulwarks of the iron coast,—
The fortress walls of that beleagured land:
Deep, deep at every tide the waters stand
Beneath the ramparts, and in dense array
Wave after wave breaks into seething spray
Against the stern resistance of the strand.
Yet inch by inch the stubborn barrier yields:
Bear witness broken bays, and sullen roar
Of caverned waters, and ye pastured fields
Of islets fronting the dissevered shore,—
For all unwearied the Atlantic wields
The thunders of her onsets evermore.
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