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BRITAIN.
Girdled by azure waves, how fair it liesAmid the western sea! Yet its grey shore,
Slow ages, and their years unnumbered, saw
Go by to the dark past, lost to all eyes
In its abysses, but keen memory's,
Ere, hushed, primeval nature, wondering, o'er
The blue sea, viewed the white-winged barks, that bore
The savage strangers to its coasts, uprise.
Homeless they came: fear made them bold to dare
The fury of the roaring deep. No more
Dwelt solitude and silence only, where,
Save nature, none companioned them of yore.
And now,—where stood its forests, cities stand,
And nations leave its shores to people many a land.
November 10th, 1842.
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