THE CELEBES.
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The human hearts round which they wove
Their threads of superhuman love—
These were too dear and desolate
To sink to fallen man's estate;
The gods who loved them loosed the seas,
Struck free the barriers of the deep,
That rolled in one careering sweep
And filled the land, as 't were a grave,
And left no beauteous remnant, save
Those hill-tops called the Celebes.
