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 ( 8 ) Far, far at Sea. 'TWAS night, when the bell had tol twelve, And poor Suſan was laid on her pillow, In her ear whiſper'd fomc fleeting elve Your love now lies toft on a billow Far, for at ſea. All was dark, when the woke out of breach Not an object her fears could diſcover; All was ſtill as the ſilence of death, Save fancy, which painted her lover Far, far at ſea. So she whilçe'd a prayer--clos'd her eyes But the phantom still haunted her pi low While in terrors she echo d her cries, As ſtruggling he funk in a billow, Far, far at ſea. FINIS.