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Whose dark-red waves look'd e'en as tho' their source Lay not in rocky caverns, but the veins Of noble hearts; while many a knightly crest Roll'd with them to the deep. And in the years Of my long exile and captivity, With the fierce Arab, I have watch'd beneath The still, pale shadow of some lonely palm, At midnight, in the desert; while the wind Swell'd with the lion's roar, and heavily The fearfulness and might of solitude Press'd on my weary heart.

Thou little know'st Of what is solitude!—I tell thee, those For whom—in earth's remotest nook—howe'er Divided from their path by chain on chain Of mighty mountains, and the amplitude Of rolling seas—there beats one human heart, There breathes one being unto whom their name Comes with a thrilling and a gladdening sound Heard o'er the din of life! are not alone! Not on the deep, nor in the wild, alone; For there is that on earth with which they hold A brotherhood of soul!—Call him alone,