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But wide as pathless was the space That lay our lives between, And dangerous as the foamy race Of ocean-surges green. And haunted as a robber-path Through wilderness or wood; For Might and Right, and Woe and Wrath, Between our spirits stood. I dangers dared; I hindrance scorned; I omens did defy: Whatever menaced, harassed, warned, I passed impetuous by.
From the central deep The struggling lava rends the heaving ground, The ocean-surges roar the mountains leap They shoot aloft, Oh, God! the fiery tide Has burst its bounds, and rolls down Etna's side. Thy will is done, great God! the conflict's o'er, The silvery moonbeams glance along the sea; The whispering waves half ripple on the shore, And lull'd creation breathes a prayer to thee!
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