Chapter 451

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea; Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home.

Stanza 3.

She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.

Stanza 8.

The power of Thought--the magic of the Mind.

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The many still must labor for the one!

Stanza 9.

There was a laughing devil in his sneer. Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed Farewell!

Stanza 15.

Farewell! For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.