"No fears hath she! Her giant form
Majestically calm would go
O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm,
'Mid the deep darkness, white as snow!
So stately her bearing, so proud her array,
The main she will traverse forever and aye!
Many ports shall exult in the gleam of her mast--
Hush! hush! thou vain dreamer, this hour is her last!"

WILSON, "_Isle of Palms_."

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"Then hold her
Strictly confined in sombre banishment,
And Doubt not but she will ere long, full gladly,
Her freedom purchase at the price you name."

* * * * *

"No, subtle snake!
It is the baseness of thy selfish mind,
Full of all guile, and cunning, and deceit,
That severs us so far, and shall do _ever_."

* * * * *

"Despair shall give me strength--where is the door?
Mine eyes are dark! I cannot find it now.