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'ARK gathering clouds involve the threatening skies, 'The sea heaves conscious of the impending gloom, 'Deep, hollow murmurs from the cliffs arise; 'They come!—the Spirits of the Tempest come!

'Oh! may such terrors mark the approaching night 'As reign'd on that these streaming eyes deplore! 'Flash, ye red fires of heaven! with fatal light, 'And with conflicting winds, ye waters! roar.

'Loud and more loud, ye foaming billows! burst; 'Ye warring elements! more fiercely rave, 'Till the wide waves o'erwhelm the spot accurst "Where ruthless Avarice finds a quiet grave!"