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72 Was peopled with the now subsiding hum

Of happy industry, whose work is done.

And as I turned me on my pillow o'er,

I heard the lapse of waves upon the shore,

Distinct as it had been at broad noonday,

And I were wandering at Rockaway.

Feb. 3.

The eastern mail comes lumbering in,

With outmost waves of Europe's din;