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Show THE BOSH OP THE WAVES. Wo nro born of tlio infinite, mcaturoless eta, Children (iflauglilcr and leara; Our chant rolls on eternally, Willi it.i burden oriioteB and roarn; W timpli as ofoIJ, wild our countless Biuile, And ibo lionrt of man is glad tlio wbllo. Wo are oresn's oDVprlng: llio sea-god's will Wo do at his bldiiing alway; We tiport in tlio xun and our creBLs aro still; And tho cliildron, its tboy piny By thcglenmiiig miro of our mighty str, Ilavo uercr a thought of tbo aca-god' iro. Wo laughingly carry, on laughing hra&st, Tho deHcalo shallop abovo; By our glittering upriiy, lho kcol caresod Can only loll of our love; And lho Carolina crew, on their Eoiwartl path Litlle know ihoy of the non-god's wrath. But Blraugor and fmddor sighs know wo, Ant sadder sonnd.i do wo hear; Tho nolo of tho strong man's agony; Our waters Iho dead man's IIlt; When oci'im'M hpart 1m with wrulli possessed, Specl wo our father's sleru bohost. And a sadder song than touguo may loll Could wo Hiug of mortal woes; Of our wrathful roTo! Hid water's hell What I lino tho denlh wind blows. When lho spirit of doiith U upon Iho pen, . iJeulli'M til iusiniiiionls Ihuu aro wu. , lly totnpest niaddoiu-d, or lulled In jilny, U'ho Eoa-gcd'K l.iddiug, wu do alway. |