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Up his sails he quickly hoisted,
To the ocean bent his way;
Headlong plunged the raving mother,
From a high rock, in the sea.
To the ocean bent his way;
Headlong plunged the raving mother,
From a high rock, in the sea.
| American poems, selected and original | |