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And beautiful 'midst that wild scene, Gleam'd up the boy's dead face, Like Slumber's, trustingly serene, In melancholy grace. Deep in her bosom lay his head, With half-shut violet eye— He had known little of her dread, Nought of her agony!

Oh! human Love, whose yearning heart, Through all things vainly true, So stamps upon thy mortal part Its passionate adieu— Surely thou hast another lot, There is some home for thee, Where thou shalt rest, remembering not The moaning of the sea!