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178  And if in Time's remoter hour Cold doubt should rise, from error bred, Through me proclaim His godlike power Who rul'd the tomb and rais'd the dead.

 

wanderers of the deep, Whither speeds your trackless way? Toward some islet's rocky steep, Crowded mart, or swelling bay? Polar ice, or tropic clime? Zone where lingering mystery slept? Region whence oblivious time Hath the mouldering empire swept?

Bear'st thou in thy wind-tost car Wealth to purchase wealth again? Or the elements of war Thundering o'er the hostile main? Hid'st thou in thy hollow breast Hearts in manly vigor warm? Courage with his dauntless crest? Venturous Beauty's fragile form?

Heed'st thou on thy stately course All the dangers of the wave? Stretching reefs, or breakers hoarse, Wrecks that strew the watery grave? 