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l'envoi.
When, like the Grecian youth, thou seest
The midnight tempests gather round,—
When storm-clouds seem to flood the heavens,
And all the starry lights are drowned,—

Upborne by angel-hands, mayst thou
Through life's wild sea right onward sweep,
To where Hope's signal lights the night,
And Love stands watching by the deep!

THE END.