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And hands were link'd, and answering eyes
 * With kindly meaning shone;

—Oh! brief and passing sympathies,
 * Like leaves together blown!

A little while such joy was cast
 * Over the deep's repose,

Till the loud singing winds at last
 * Like trumpet music rose.

And proudly, freely, on their way
 * The parting vessels bore;

—In calm or storm, by rock or bay,
 * To meet—Oh! never more!

Never to blend in Victory's cheer,
 * To aid in hours of woe;—

And thus bright spirits mingle here,
 * Such ties are formed below!