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 The raging main Again was tempted, ere upon the shore Of San Francisco, with a motley throng From every clime, she stood. Death met her there, And with cold grasp, his fatal welcome seal'd. Faintly, her pale lips sigh'd, "The vale is dark, But Jesus is beside me." There she lay Breathless, and wasted as a skeleton, Yet, on her brow a smile. Amid the pangs With which that stricken husband bow'd him down, Was no remorseful sorrow o'er his haste To gather gold?&mdash;no painful imagery Of a sweet cottage mid New England's hills With her, who would have solace'd all his care, Yet, neath his feet, now found a stranger's grave?