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 FAR, FAR AT SEA.

Twas night when the bell had toll'd twelve, And poor Susan was laid on her pillow, In her ear whisper’d some fleeting elve— Your love now lies lost on a billow, Far, far at sea.

All was dark, when she woke out of breath, Not an object her fears could discover; All was still as the silence of death, Save Fancy, which painted her lever, Far, far at sea.

‘So she whisper’d a prayer—clos’d her eyes, But the phantom still haunted her pillow, While in terror she echo’d his cries, As struggling he sank in a billow, Far, far at sea.

ERE AROUND THE HUGE OAK.

around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill, The fond ivy had dar’d to entwine; Ere the church was a ruin that nods on the hill, Ere a rook built his nest on the pine,