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was heard a song on the chiming sea, A mingled breathing of grief and glee; Man's voice, unbroken by sighs, was there, Filling with triumph the sunny air; Of fresh green lands, and of pastures new, It sang, while the bark through the surges flew.

"Away, away o'er the foaming main!" —This was the free and the joyous strain—