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At length the wish'd-for morrow
Broke thro' the hazy sky;
Absorb'd in silent sorrow,
Each heav'd the bitter sigh :
The dismal wreck to view,
Struck horror to the crew,
As he lay,
On that day,
In the bay of Biscay O.
Her yielding timbers sever,
Her pitchy seams are rent;
When Heav'n, all bounteous ever,
Its boundless mercy sent!
A sail in sight appears,
We hail her with three cheers!
Now we sail,
With the gale,
From the bay of Biscay O.
finis.
