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BEYOND where billows roll or tempests vex |
Is gone the gentlest of the gentle sex! |
---Her brittle bark on life's wild ocean tost |
Unequal to the conflict soon was lost. |
Severe her sufferings! much, alas, she bore, |
Then sunk beneath the storm & rose no more. |
But when th' Archangel's awful trump shall sound And vibrate life thro all the deep profound |
Her renovated vessel will be seen, Transcendant floating on the silver stream! |
All beauteous to behold! serene she glides Borne on by mildest & propitious tides; |
While fanning zephyrs fill her snow white sails And aid her passage with the friendliest gales |
Till safe within the destin'd port of bliss |
She furls her sails and moors in endless peace. |
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