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How perfect was the calm! It seemed no sleep, No mood, which season takes away or brings: I could have fancied that the mighty deep Was even the gentlest of all gentle things. But welcome fortitude and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne!

, ye chiming waves! That now in sunshine sweep; Speak to me from thy hidden caves, Voice of the solemn deep! Hath man's lone spirit here With storms in battle striven? Where all is now so calmly clear, Hath anguish cried to heaven?