Stop, despot in your carnage bold,

Pause, think, ere ’tis too late;

For what are you but dust and clay,

Stop, think, of your sad fate;

Where is the soul God gave to you?

With avarice consumed,

Just for today; but tomorrow

What awaits thee, when doomed?

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PERILS OF THE SEA.

Cold and cheerless dawned the morning,

Dark frowning clouds swept o’er the deep,

Tinging the rough foaming waters

While anxious hearts sad vigils keep.

All night long the storm was raging,

The angry waves dashed on the shore,

As the tempest with fury howled

And moaned around each cabin door.

All night long a light shone brightly,

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