And the rain poured down from one black cloud,

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"The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;

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'Twas not those souls that fled in pain,

Which to their corses came again,

But a troop of spirits blest:

For when it dawned-they dropped their arms,

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And clustered round the mast;

Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths,
And from their bodies passed.

"The pang, the curse, with which they died,