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LAMENT FOR LONG TOM.--a?r THY cruise is over now Thou art anchored by the shore, And never more shalt thou Hea?the storm around the roar; Death has shaken out the sands of thy Now around thee sports the whale ? the, porpo/se snuffs the gale, And the ?dght winds make their wail; As they The sea-grass round thy bier Shall bend beneath the tide, l?Ior tell-the breakers near, Where thy manly limbs abide; But the granite rock they tomb shah be. Though the edges ofthy grave Are the combings of the wave? Yet unheeded they shall rave ?ver thee. At the calling of all hands, When the judgment signals spread-- When the islands, and the lands, And the seas give up their dead, And the south and the north shah oomm. When the sinner is betrayed, And the just man is afraid, Then may Heaven he thy aid, Poor Tom.