See How, Beneath The Moonbeam'S Smile, Yon Little Billow Heaves Its Breast, And Foams And Sparkles For Awhile,-- Then Murmuring Subsides To Rest. Thus Man, The Sport Of Bliss And Care, Rises On Time'S Eventful Sea: And, Having Swelled A Moment There, Thus Melts Into Eternity!
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