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 The waves were white, and red the morn,

In the noisy hour when I was born ;

And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled,

And the Dolphins bared their backs of gold;

And never heard such an outcry wild,

As welcome to life the Ocean child,

I have lived, since then, in calm and strife,

Full fifty summers a rover's life,

With wealth to spend, and a power to range,

But never have sought or sighed for change:

And death, whenever he comes to me,

Shall come on the wide unbounded Sea.

 