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GLENGARRIFF.
There was a stillness all the summer night:The landlocked inlet dark as dreaming death
Lay like a lake, nor felt the faintest breath,—
But all night long with flashing waters white
A torrent thundered from its rocky height,
And sent its waves into the peaceful bay,
And broke its slumber for a little way,
And then grew dumb and passed away from sight.
Type of a wayward and impetuous life!
The stillness had not spoken but for thee:
Peace proved its presence by thy voice of strife:—
Was it for this thy waters sought the sea—
To witness to its slumber calm and deep,
And hush their wrath in its unfathomed sleep?
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