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Which midst the horrors of the tempest plays,
And on the blast's dark wings will gaily blaze;
These eyes distinct have seen that living fire
Glide through the storm, and round my sails aspire.
And oft, while wonder thrill'd my breast, mine eyes
To heaven have seen the watery columns rise.
Slender at first the subtle fume appears,
And writhing round and round its volume rears:
Thick as a mast the vapour swells its size;
A curling whirlwind lifts it to the skies:
The tube now straightens, now in width extends,
And in a hovering cloud its summit ends:
Still gulp on gulp in sucks the rising tide,
And now the cloud, with cumbrous weight supply'd,
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