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140 Any, or more fervent than the daughter's prayer For her dear father's safety and success?' A groan that shook him shook not his resolve. An aged man now entered, and without One word, stept slowly on, and took the wrist Of the pale maiden. She looked up, and saw The fillet of the priest and calm cold eyes. Then turned she where her parent stood, and cried, 'O father! grieve no more: the ships can sail.'