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SCENE I. While our music, wild and sweet, Mocks thy gently falling feet, Child of Ocean!

Shall we pursue the sound? It grows more faint And distant.

List! the strain floats nearer now.

In the world unknown Sleeps a voice unspoken; By thy step alone Can its rest be broken; Child of Ocean!

How the notes sink upon the ebbing wind!

Oh, follow, follow! Through the caverns hollow, As the song floats thou pursue, By the woodland noontide dew; By the forests, lakes, and fountains, Through the many-folded mountains;