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'TWAS WHEN THE SEAS WERE ROARING.

RECITATIVE.

^nplWAS vtf-enthe feas were roaring

JL With hollow blafts of wind, A damfel lay deploring

All on a rock reclin'd ; Wide o'er the foaming billows

She caft a wifliful look ; Her head was crown'd with willows,

That trembled o'er the brook.

AIR.

Twelve months are gone and over,

And nine long tedious days, Why did 'ft thoit vent'rous lover,

Why did'ft thou truft ihe feas ? Ceafe, ceafe, thou rolling ocean,

And let my lover reft ! Ah ! what's thy troubled motion,

To that within my breaft ;

The merchant, robb'd of pleafure,

Views tempefts with defpair ; But what's the lofs of treafure ?

To the lofing of my dear ? Should you fome coaft be laid on

Where gold and di'monds grow, You'd find a richer maiden,

But none that loves you fo.

How can they fay that nature

Has nothing made in vain ? Why then, beneath the water,

Do hideous rocks remain ?

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