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III.
And does stern fate that lot deny?
Well! let no tear disgrace thine eye!
The power, which rules this raging sea,
Is parent of futurity;
And of each wild and angry wave,
Can form as soft, as sweet, a grave,
As that where banks of violets grow;
Or that where groupes of roses blow.
Well! let no tear disgrace thine eye!
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Is parent of futurity;
And of each wild and angry wave,
Can form as soft, as sweet, a grave,
As that where banks of violets grow;
Or that where groupes of roses blow.
Then let no tear disgrace thine eye!
Let tempests rage, and waves run high!
—They're heralds of eternity!
Let tempests rage, and waves run high!
—They're heralds of eternity!
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