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LINES ON SEEING A VESSEL IN A STORM.

Foaming, on the distant shore,
Hark! I hear the Ocean roar,
In yon gloomy mist I see,
A Vessel struggling in the Sea,
Now—she's lifted to the skies—
Now—in a deep abyss—she lies!—
Methinks, I hear the trembling Crew—
To Heaven's gate—for mercy sue.