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Baíned. butf bravely, Hke a stag at bay, h.io faced the driving gale and angry sea Under short canvas, and with helm a-lee, Hovo ti, upon the starboord tack, she lay And lookcd iuto thewind'sivildeycs that dy. Over tho great greea rolling billows she Rude like a storm bird, and díd üeem to be A mist born phantoinj:ising f rom the spray. Her tightoned weather shronds rang like a lyre, ' , Swepè by thefurious storm kingashe passed; Wild oeean wraiths wailed in the thundering choir, A thoilsand demons shrieked Ín every blast ; Yet, better far to baítle with the gale Than drilt o 'er glassy seas with listless sai!.