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fight! Is it possible so to fight, to cope with the rocks? Then the wave heralds hasten away; they look round for their mother storm, and father hurricane; they summon all. They find them not on the sea, but in mountain-gorges.
“We welcome you, our darlings, as champions! We welcome you to-day. Leave your tight ravines, and run to the shoreless sea. Break your infamous bonds, which have shackled your souls. Breathe into the inactive waves, a desire for life, and a longing for liberty. Menacing bodies assemble; let us all advance against the enemy! Neither death, nor war, doth us affright; for we desire liberty for our sea!”
The heart of mother storm palpitates, even more than the boiling blood of father hurricane. The words of these messengers remind them at once of their young and happy years, and they cast a
