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' 'Tis not his voice!—Hark! the deep thunders roll!
'Upheaves the ground;—the rocky barriers fail!
'Approach, ye horrors that delight my soul!
'Despair, and Death, and Desolation, hail!'
The Ocean hearsThe embodied waters come—
Rise o'er the land, and with resistless sweep
Tear from its base the proud aggressor's tomb,
And bear the injured to eternal sleep!
