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The sea has like a plaything tost
That heavy hull the livelong night.
The man of sin,—he is not lost:
Soft breaks the morning light.
Torn spars and sails,—her lading in the deep,—
The ship makes port with slow and labouring sweep.
That heavy hull the livelong night.
The man of sin,—he is not lost:
Soft breaks the morning light.
Torn spars and sails,—her lading in the deep,—
The ship makes port with slow and labouring sweep.
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