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the misty beaches, where the great wind-voices cry,

Where the sea's reverberant thunder sends its challenge to the sky,

And its deeper echoes lure us, from the countries where they die—

A song is sounding on!

I can hear it, clear and urgent, over all the breakers' rage;

It is pleading for the memory of a noble heritage;

'Twas a woman's voice that sang it, in a past heroic age—

Its call is sounding on.