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ICEBERGS.
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Aurora Borealis bent
Her arch around the skies,
And up the wondering billows gazed
With phosphorescent eyes.
The sleepless Captain at his post
Firm and undaunted stood,
Though ice was thickening round his keel,
To chill the seamens' blood.
How tardily that fearful night,
Told out each measured hour,
While many a prayerful heart invoked
The Great Deliverer's power.
Up rose the morn, and touched the crowns
Of all those arctic kings,
With lustre of a thousand rays
That the rich diamond flings;
And flashing from their vitreous shields
Reflected colors streamed,
While towers and miniarets[1] of pearl,
In fearful brilliance gleamed.
