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Chapter VII

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But when the sky was calm and blue,
And far as eye could see,
No hostile ship or squadron threw
A shadow on the sea.
At such a tide and such an hour
Was heard a rushing sound,
And, lashed by a resistless power,
The waves grew white around.

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