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THE LOVER'S PERIL.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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THE LOVER'S PERIL.

Have I been ever wrecked at sea,
And nigh to being drowned?
More threatening storms have compassed me
Than on the deep are found!
What coral-reefs her dangerous lips!—
My bark was almost gone—
Hope plunged away in dim eclipse,
And black the night rolled on.
What seas are like her whelming hair,
That swept me o'er and o'er?—
I heard the waters of despair
Crash round the frightened shore!
Come, Death!” I murmured in my cries,—
For signals none were waved,—
When both lighthouses in her eyes
Shone forth, and I was saved!