  The lurid breakers dash in rifts of white Upon the reef, rebounding to the sky, And yet by yonder point the trembling surf In distance dies; as darkness coils around Our rugged path we pause, each nerve alert. How grand the march majestic of the night Amid the raging tempest's grim display Of rain and hail and that too vivid flash Which makes the inky blackness more intense! But now the pall is riven and behold! The beauteous sun, whose rich, prismatic glow Illumes a jewelled curtain, poised thereon A rainbow plumed for flight, while earth lies wrapped In golden glory. Many a sail full set Is homeward speeding, bearing happy hearts To where love anxious waits and eager eyes Will sweetest welcome give. O, World rejoice! Confronted by the swift incoming tide, With hurried step we scale the dizzy cliff, Delivered by the one all-potent hand, |
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