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THE FROZEN SHIP.
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But the clear air was cold as clear;
    'Twas pain to draw the breath;
And the silence and the chill around
    Were e'en like those of death.

Colder and colder grew the air,
    Spell-bound seem'd the waves to be;
And ere night fell, they knew they were lock'd
    In the arms of that icy sea.

Stiff lay the sail, chain-like the ropes,
    And snow pass'd o'er the main;
Each thought, but none spoke, of distant home
    They should never see again.

Each look'd upon his comrade's face,
    Pale as funereal stone;

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