As the curling foam of the singing seas, Spread and sail! Soul of the gale! [63] [63] MT. VERNON. MT. VERNON. [64] [64] MY MOTHER. MY MOTHER. Like a star that slides adown the arch of Night, Of my boundless sea of hopes, that glittered bright Shall I never meet her lips in kisses sweet? And some day shall hear the music of her feet, THE CRADLE SONG. THE CRADLE SONG. [65] [65] OUT OF THE DARK.
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