BY WM. ALBERT SUTLIFFE.
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Calm was the wave; such stillness up in Heaven
Heralds the voicefulness of Deity,—
Or such, on earth, o’erstoops a placid mere,
Mountained all round, and sentineled of woods,
And citadeled of tafted islets green.
A bark lay on the deep; and from the shore
Fled back rude-climbing slopes, high-terminate
In snow and clustering cloud, and the hills stared