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 246 �SONGS, AN I see, I see the lightnings gleam ! I pant .--I die with fear ! Oh, is it not ?--it is a scream, That strikes upoi mine ear ! Oh, save him-save him!--He is saved Wet with the salt sea tide, The raging billows he has bra'd, And now is at her side. How sweet is rapture after fear ! "Welcome, welcome, thou, My bosom's dearest--b ut how dear ! never knew 'till.now !" SONG, WRITTEN TO SUIT A WILDLY- BEAUTIFUL GERMAN AIR. � WHxs wild winds are swelling Around my lone dwelling, ......... Google

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