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THE BELL AT SEA.
When the tide's billowy swell
Had reach'd its height,
Then toll'd the rock's lone bell,
Sternly by night.
Had reach'd its height,
Then toll'd the rock's lone bell,
Sternly by night.
Far over cliff and surge
Swept the deep sound,
Making each wild wind's dirge
Still more profound.
Swept the deep sound,
Making each wild wind's dirge
Still more profound.
Yet that funereal tone
The sailor bless'd,
Steering through darkness on
With fearless breast.
The sailor bless'd,
Steering through darkness on
With fearless breast.
E'en so may we, that float
On life's wide sea,
Welcome each warning note,
Stern though it be!
On life's wide sea,
Welcome each warning note,
Stern though it be!
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