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Others there are, that make their home Where the white billows roar and foam, Around the o'erhanging rock; Fearless they skim the angry wave, Or sheltered in their sea-beat cave, The tempest's fury mock.

Where Afric's burning realm expands, The ostrich haunts the desert sands, Parched by the blaze of day; The swan, where northern rivers glide, Through the tall reeds that fringe their tide, Floats graceful on her way.