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SONG OF THE ICELANDIC FISHERMEN.
Yield our bark to the breezes free,—
Point its helm to the far, deep Sea,
Where Heckla's[1] red volcanic light
Like a watch-fire gilds the night,
Where in foaming baths, strange monsters play,
Down to the deep sea—launch away!
Gay over coral reefs we steer,
Where moulder the bones of the brave,
Where the beautiful sleep on their humid bier,
And the pale pearl gleams in its quenchless sphere,
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