THE SEA-SERPENT. 
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many a gallant bark, dashing over the ocean’s 
foam, has found it, when the skies were dark, 
and never more was welcomed home. Lonely it 
stands in the gloomy wave, the tombstone of 
many a sailor’s grave. ’T is the serpent’s 
throne ;— and there he sat, looking so savage, so 
fierce, so grim, that none of his courtiers dared 
to chat ; some were even afraid to look at him. 
Three hundred feet of his monstrous length were 
coiled round the rock ; three hundred more stood 
waving and bright, like a tower of strength, while 
he sang this song, with a hiss and a roar. 
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SONG. 
I am the Ichthyosaurian old ; 
I lived in the world before the flood ; 
I ’ve caught many a fisherman bold ; 
Our tribe, though few, are of ancient blood. 
We roam the sea, as we roamed it when 
Job and the Prophets roamed the earth ; 
Some of those wise and godly men 
Mention me. Since creation’s birth 
