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! wherefore do the incurious say, That this stupendous ocean wide, No change presents from day to day, Save only the alternate tide; Or save when gales of summer glide Across the lightly crisped wave; Or, when against the cliff's rough side, As equinoctial tempests rave, It wildly bursts; o'erwhelms the deluged strand, Tears down its bounds, and desolates the land?