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The thunder of the seas I hear, The shriek along the wave, When the bark sweeps forth, and song and cheer Salute the parting brave.

With every breeze a spirit sends To me some warning sign:— A mournful gift is mine, O friends! A mournful gift is mine!

Oh! prophet heart! thy grief, thy power, To all deep souls belong; The shadow in the sunny hour, The wail in the mirthful song.

Their sight is all too sadly clear— For them a veil is riven: Their piercing thoughts repose not here, Their home is but in Heaven.