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Where the wave hath no strife, Where the wind is a stranger,

And the sea-snake hath life, Where the Mermaid is decking

Her green hair with shells; Like the storm on the surface

Came the sound of thy spells; O'er my calm Hall of Coral

The deep echo roll'⸗d— To the Spirit of Ocean

Thy wishes unfold!

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FovunrH SPIRIT.

VVhere the slumbering earthquake Lies pillow'd on fire, And the lakes of bitumen Rise boilingly higher; Where the roots of the Andes

Strike deep in the earth,