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28 "Oh! Father, send not hence my bark, "Through wint'ry winds and billows dark; "I come with humble heart to share
 * "Thy morn and evening prayer;

"Nor mine the feet, oh! holy Saint, "The brightness of thy sod to taint."

The Lady's prayer spurn'd; The winds blew fresh, the bark return'd. But legends hint, that had the maid
 * Till morning's light delay'd,

And given the saint one rosy smile, She ne'er had left his lonely isle.