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ENOCH ARDEN.

He woke, he rose, he spread his arms abroad
Crying with a loud voice ‘a sail! a sail!
I am saved’; and go fell back and spoke no more.

So past the strong heroic soul away.
And when they buried him the little port
Had seldom seen a costlier funeral.