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TO THE WINDS

Viewless, through heaven's vast vault your course ye steer,

Unknown froo!

Mysterious pow'rs! I hear ye ust on my startled ear,

And, awful! seeht voices float

In the dread storry wave controuls,

Mix with its sullen roar, and sink ree of spirits, who your deeds bewail,

A sweeter note oft swells while sleeps the gale!

But soon, ye sightless pow'rs! your rest is o'er,

Solemn and slow, ye rise upon the air,

Speak in the shrouds, and bid the sea-boy fear,

And the faint-warbled dirge--is heard no n!

The loud lament yet bear not on your breath!

Bear not the crash of bark far on the main,

Bear not the cry ofinto death!

Oh! give not these, ye pow'rs! I ask alone,

As rapt I climb these dark romantic steeps,

The elemental war, the billow'sFancy weeps!