Her Nature Is The Sea'S, That Smiles To-Night A Radiant Maiden In The Moon'S Soft Light; The Unsuspecting Seaman Sets His Sails, Forgetful Of The Fury Of Her Gales; To-Morrow, Mad With Storms, The Ocean Roars, And O'Er His Hapless Wreck The Flood She Pours!
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