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*Of glancing sight and desperate eyes
For this my heart doth cast abreast
Yon whispered seas in torrent squall
Alone adrift this salted quest
  
Let ocean tears of sorrowed cries
Come rise above this angered swell
Neath clouds of rumbled argent calls
O’er journeys harshly come to tell

As this my life is tossed astern
Midst hurricanes and frenzied wind
On waves engraved of depths below
To pray, so soon to find its end