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 Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with...  American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: Emerson - Page 187 by Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 454 pages Full view -
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