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Rh  "Sees he, in this hour of dread,
 * Hearth and home and wife and child?

Loved ones who, in summers fled,
 * Clung to him and wept and smiled?

"Reeling sinks the fated bark
 * To her tomb beneath the wave;

Must he perish in the dark—
 * Not a hand stretched out to save?

"See the spirits, how they crowd!
 * Watching death with eyes that burn!

Waves rush in" she shrieks aloud
 * Ere her waking sense return.

The storm is gone: the skies are clear:
 * Hush'd is that bitter cry of pain:

The only sound that meets her ear
 * The heaving of the sullen main.