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X. GRACE DARLING.
She lies beneath her canopy of stone,No sun comes nigh her now, nor any star,
But that tower-beacon, where the islets are,
Guards well her memory and the brave deeds done.
And still the oar by which her fight was won
Rests in her hand, and though the salt winds scar
Her face, and bruise her sleep, that tale of war
'Twixt soul and wave triumphantly goes on.
Land of the island warrior, since the day
That Saxon Ida and his forty prows
Brought force and passion and the sea-king's pride
To climb yon castle rock, this little bay
Has seen how deeds of battle fade, and knows
How only thoughts of mercy can abide.
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