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SEVERN,
IN A STORM.
SEVERN! thy billows lash the rocky shore,Heard, terrible, through midnight reigning round;
The winds imperious give their loftiest sound,
While thunders, fierce, from Nature's awful store,
Traverse wide heaven, with loud and lengthen'd roar,
Till, crash on crash, convulsive, shakes the ground.
Voices faint mingle with the troubled sky!
It is the shipwreck'd crew who aid require!
In pity to the drowning seaman's cry,
Clouds! check your fury! Tempests! stay your ire!
That fervid blast of elemental fire!
Ah! there the vessel sinks beneath the eye!
The winds are hush'd, the thunders cease to rave,
And all is still, but the dark-rolling wave!
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