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And slumber settled on the deep, And silence on the blast, As when the righteous falls asleep, When death's fierce throes are past.

Thou that didst rule the angry hour, And tame the tempest's mood,— Oh! send thy Spirit forth in power, O'er our dark souls to brood!

Thou that didst bow the billow's pride, Thy mandates to fulfil,— So speak to passion's raging tide, Speak and say,—Peace, be still!