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CANTO II.] Watching at eve upon the Giant Height,

Which looks o'er waves so blue, skies so serene,

That he who there at such an hour hath been

Will wistful linger on that hallowed spot;

Then slowly tear him from the 'witching scene,

Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot,

Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot.

XXVIII.

Pass we the long unvarying course, the track

Oft trod, that never leaves a trace behind;

Pass we the calm—the gale—the change—the tack,

And each well known caprice of wave and wind;

Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find,

Cooped in their wingéd sea-girt citadel;