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III. We saw her treasures cast away; The rocks with pearl were sown; And, strangely sad, the ruby's ray Flashed out o'er fretted stone; And gold was strewn the wet sands o'er, Like ashes by a breeze, And gorgeous robes,—but oh! that shore Had sadder sights than these!

IV. We saw the strong man, still and low, crushedA crushed [sic] reed thrown aside! Yet, by that rigid lip and brow, Not without strife he died! And near him on the sea-weed lay, Till then we had not wept, But well our gushing hearts might say, That there a mother slept;

V. For her pale arms a babe had pressed* With such a wreathing grasp, Billows had dashed o'er that fond breast, Yet not undone the clasp!