Thomas Campbell
Last Lines
Assuage its wrath, and guide you on the deep!
Beauty, look not so killingly sweetly.
Each bird is hush'd that stretch'd its pinions to the day
For having perish'd in the front of war.
His watery course -- a world-encircling line.
In slumbers steep the heart of pain!
Of glassy runnels bubbling over rocks.
Proportion'd to their sweetness.
Read by the music of her tongue.
Shall sing thy glory, BEATIFIC SEA.
That lick the tyrant's feet, and smile upon his crimes!
That likes all times and seasons.
Untainted by chance, unabated by time.
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