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Who bound the sea, and touch'd the rocks with flame?
The Lord, the God of Hosts, is his tremendous Name."
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ON hearing a venerable friend sing at midnight, a short time previous to her death, in consequence of the derangement of a mind, once of the strongest and most amiable character.
'TWAS when drear midnight cast its shadows deep,
A distant voice awoke me from my sleep;
First—slow and sad, it pour'd a mournful tone,
Lake sighs o'er parted bliss, and pleasures gone;
Now to gay hope, the mounting notes were set,
Rose high to joy—then sicken'd to regret,
Now wild, like mirth, the sprightly numbers flew,
Then, shrill and piercing, breath'd a last adieu.
This was the voice that, when with causeless fears,
Or early grief o'er flow'd my ready tears,
