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Well met, my friends! I'm glad you're here at last. How was it that you took that distant track?

The current bore us wide of what we wist; And, were it not your honour is impatient Main-land to make, we had not come so soon.

What had detain'd you?

As near yon rock we bore, that o'er the waves Just shows its jetty point, and will, ere long, Beneath the tide be hid, we heard the sound Of feeble lamentation.

A human voice?

I cannot think it was; For on that rock, sea-girt, and at high tide,