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 he wave is thy pillow, Thy pathway the tides; Thy cannons are pointed, Thy red flag on high, Thy crew are undaunted, But yet thou must die. I thought thou wert brave, As the sea kings of old; But thy heart is a slave And a. victim to gold. My faith can be plighted To none but the fre; Thy low heart has blighted My fohd hopes in thee. 1 will not upbraid tlme; I leave thee to bear The shame thou hast made thee, Its danger and care: / As thy banner is streaming Far over the sea, O my fond heart is dreaming And breaking for thee. My heart thou hast broken, Thou lord of the wave! Thou hast left me a token. To rest in my grave: The' false, mean and cruel, Thou still must be dear, And thy name, like a jewel Be treasured up here. HARRY BLUFF. Wzw a boy, Harry Bluff left his friende. homes And him dear native land, o'er thin ocean to roam 143 and h

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