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anecdote of a boy, etc.
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The sun hath cool'd his flaming breast
Amidst the ocean's wave,
And thro' the darkness the young moon
Shines ghostly as the grave.

The flying scud, and racking cloud,
Around her course along;
And thro' the cords and brailed sails
It moans its mournful song.

Landward she drifts, before the storm,
Swift o'er the angry deep;—
She tossing here, and labouring there,
Her midnight course doth keep.

Thus speeding thro' the driving gale,
The waters rolling free;
The light'ning shows, with fitful glare,
An isle upon her lee.

A moment, and the good ship lies
A wreck amid the rocks;
And piece by piece, she slowly yields
Before the wild deep's shocks!