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the last of the gascoignes.
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A cold and senseless youthful form he found,
To the floating spar he was securely bound;
Quickly the binding cords he soon divides,
And back to Martin bears his precious prize.
His over-wrought nature could endure no more,
He sinks exhausted when the struggle's o'er!

When Gascoigne revived, the sun was shining high
In the clear blue, and now lovely, cloudless sky.
All signs of a storm, now had all passed away,
And now the wide ocean looked fair and gay:—
And as if its now calm, and now tranquil breast
Had never been awaken out of its rest!
There by Gascoigne's side the rescued salior lay—
Then, then remembered how his loved Allan Gray
Had found a lonely, yet peaceful grave!
Beneath those bright and dancing waves.
He rose, and kneeling by the stranger's side,
With gentle fingers the youth's hair divides.
A moment he gazed on that pallid face;—
And then quickly starting from his place,
Crying wildly, dear Martin, oh! now I see
My long lost youthful playmate, Duncan Leigh!
At that instant, and with a deep drawn sigh,
The youth unclosed his large grey eye:—