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l'envoi.
When, like the Grecian youth, thou seest
The midnight tempests gather round,—
When storm-clouds seem to flood the heavens,
And all the starry lights are drowned,—
The midnight tempests gather round,—
When storm-clouds seem to flood the heavens,
And all the starry lights are drowned,—
Upborne by angel-hands, mayst thou
Through life's wild sea right onward sweep,
To where Hope's signal lights the night,
And Love stands watching by the deep!
Through life's wild sea right onward sweep,
To where Hope's signal lights the night,
And Love stands watching by the deep!
THE END.
