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TO A LADY
ON HER MARRIAGE.
Farewell! thy last adieu is ta'en,
And thou goest forth on the doubtful sea—
Yet fear thee not, for the crystal main
And the placid sky seem bent for thee.
And thou goest forth on the doubtful sea—
Yet fear thee not, for the crystal main
And the placid sky seem bent for thee.
There's many a prayer and many a sigh,
On the gentle breeze that sweeps thee o'er—
Yet fear thee not, for Heaven is nigh
To the trembling wave, as the anchored shore!
On the gentle breeze that sweeps thee o'er—
Yet fear thee not, for Heaven is nigh
To the trembling wave, as the anchored shore!
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