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THE SEA-SERPENT. 
To cheer my heart with thrilling song. 
When I of rest have need. 
To care for me for something more 
Than idle friends may know, 
And love me better than before, 
Should streams of sorrow flow. 
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And ah ! should I this treasure find, 
From selfish passions free, — 
A girl of frank, ingenuous mind, — 
Then what ought I to be ? 
1’d be, — O, never doubt my word, — 
Could I my love discover 
By billet-doux or carrier-bird, 
I ’d be that maiden’s lover. 
“You whispered of danger even here,” said 
Miss Percy, when the song was done ; “ but what 
have I in this world to fear, when so near the heart 
of my dearest one ? Beside dear Hunt, at the sun¬ 
set hour, I breathed a prayer to the God of all, 
