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Rh Spoke of unearthly things, and of a soul Already mingled with its native skies: She knelt on the cold rock, while the rude waves Dash'd o'er her slender form their foam; around Was a drear solitude, where the dark cliffs Frown'd o'er the sea; and the black shadowy clouds, Gathering their sullen masses, seem'd to be The tempests' dwelling place. Yet that young saint Pray'd fearlessly; she felt, the guardian hand, So late stretch'd forth to save in peril's hour, Would not desert her now.