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Hark! a sudden plunge and a startling sound!
Then silence and stillness all around.
'Tis past! he sleeps 'neath the boundless wave,—
The sailor's home, and the sailor's grave!

They have looked their last, and the bark sweeps on
E'en the ripple which curled o'er his rest is gone:
And the gentle swell of the murmuring surge
Is the lost and cherished one's only dirge.

E.

October 29, 1835.