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 '( Thanks, my good, my great commander Now my pains, my sorrows end." Mute towards the captain weeping, Tom upraised a thankful eye; Grateful then his feet embracing, Sunk with "Kate" on his last sigh. Who, that saw a scene so motlmfnl, Could without a tear de.lart. He must own a sawage natre, Pity never warm'd his heart. Now in his white hammock hrouded, By the kind and pensive crew;  they dropp'd him in the ocean, All sigb'd out "Poor Tom, adieu." THE PIRATE LOVER. THor art gone from thy lover, Thou lord of th,e sea*. The illusion is over That bound me to thee; I cannot regret thee, Tho' dearest thou weft, Nor can I forget thee, Thou lord of my heart. I 1ov'd thee too dearl To hate thee and live, I am blind to the brightest My country can give; But ! cannot behold thee In plunder and gore, And thy Minna can fold thee In fondness no more. Far over the billow Thy black vessel rides;

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