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 But oh! when our rage is past,
  We sorrow its work to see,
 We list to the dying blast,
  And glory at peace to be.
Ha! ha! we glide to the bright earth's side,
 And we kiss each bank, in its velvet pride;
And gay is our song, as we steal along—
 "Hail to the laughing waves!"

 Coral, and weed, and shell,
  From their fathomless caves we tear,
 To bribe the land right well,
  The might of our wrath to bear.
Ha! ha! they pine for the foaming brine,
 And they say to the sand—"We are none of thine;"
And merry our song, as we sweep them along—
 "Hail to the sparkling waves!"

 Dark as the raven's wing,
  Bright as the cloudless sky,
 Sorrow and joy we bring,
  As swift on our course we fly.
Ha! ha! we delight in the moonlit night,
 To mirror the stars with their glances bright;
And changeless our song, as we dance along—
 "Hail to the rippling waves."