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V. A SONG.
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A lady put to sea,Nor thought of wind and tide;
But soon dismay'd was she—
And, “bear me back!” she cried.
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Another (or the same)Took boat in a balloon;
But when to a cloud she came,
Must needs with terror swoon.
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And whether these fair voyagersArrived at worlds unknown;
Or got back safe to land, the dears!
I cannot tell, I own.
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But 'tis most like they perish'dIn the dread depths which they braved,
With thoughts for all they cherish'd,
Or would—had they been saved.
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O, Ladies! never trustTo water, or to air;
Where swim, or sink, ye must,
And go—the gods know where!
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