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Thus when the halcyon broods upon the tides, The winds are lull'd, the mountain-wave subsides Soft rainbow-hues, reflected, tinge the deep, And balmy zephyrs on its bosom sleep— Maid of the placid smile! my troubled soul, Would own thy gentle reign, thy mild control; Though the pale cypress twine thy sainted brow, Eternal palms for thee, in heav'n shall blow.