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And when some sunny Isle of BlissAlong the sea of Life is spied—
And straight our bark puts off for this,
And Hope her sails unfurleth wide—
And nearer still, and still more near
That bright Isle woos our mad career—
Then woe for what full soon is seen!
A thousand breakers rise between,
And with long-rolling burst defend,
The pleasant Isle to which we tend!
They boil and hiss, and raise on high
Their surf-white heads complainingly,
And press around, with plaintive cry,
And like a wild bird's famished brood
Importunate for wanted food!
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