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Rh Into the billows rough and wild I fell, with many a frantic call— Hoar-headed billows steeply piled— Alas! it was a dreadful fall! And with the breakers fierce and strong I buffetted and struggled long; And oft I prayed to Christ to save And give me strength against the wave. But ceaseless struggles robbed at length My heart of hope, my limbs of strength; My breast the rocks of ocean tore, And ocean’s host of billows hoar. I saw the day-light disappear, And night with hideous gloom draw near; The wind with loud and wrathful shout Waged battle with the deluge stout. I rode upon the billow’s breast, Until at last, by waves oppressed, I sunk as evening closed around, And death amid the darkness found. At dawn awaking from the pain And terror that had racked my brain, With mournful heart I learned too well The meaning of that dream to spell. Long years a constant suit I’ve paid To Morvyth, the ungrateful maid.

Oh! I could read the vision well! Her kindred heartless hostile men, These are the floods that on me fell From every hill and hollow glen;