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SEVERN,
IN A STORM.
Severn! thy billows lash the rocky shore,Heard terrible thro' midnight reining round;
The winds imperious give their loftiest sound,
While thunders, fierce from nature's awful store,
Traverse wide heaven, with loud and lengthen'd roar,
Till crash on crash convulsive shakes the ground.
Voices faint mingle with the troubled sky!
It is the ship-wreck'd crew who aid require!
In pity to the drowning seaman's cry,
Clouds! check your fury! Tempests stay your ire!
That fervid blast of elemental fire!
Ah! there the vessel sinks beneath the eye!
The winds are hush'd, the thunders cease to rave,
And all is still, but the dark-rolling wave!
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