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There was a lonely ark, That sail'd o'er waters dark; And wide around, Not one tall tree was seen, No flower, nor leaf of green, All—all were drown'd.

Then a soft wing was spread, And o'er the billows dread, A meek dove flew; But on that shoreless tide No living thing she spied, To cheer her view.

There was no chirping sound O'er that wide watery bound, To soothe her wo; But the cold surges spread Their covering o'er the dead, That slept below.