Twin sentinels grim. ged ruined by age Tower each upon his grassy mound, This east, that west, fivelundred yards apart On Solitary Isle." Sweet sound The laughing voices of the rippling waves That lap and kiss the verdant banks, Now up, now down, as maddened hostile tide Presents its vigorous sea-bred flanks, Or, vanquished, backward rolls to seek Against the Ow's impetucas ranke, support Brave sentinels Pray, may I question you?
How long have ye watched o'er the feud "Twixt sea and stream? How long from dizzy heights Lent patient ear to mutterings rude Born of the waves that fain would sweep you off To cheering voices from the sea That whisper strength to keep you at your Pray tell me why you came to be 3 The story of your still and lonely life Must surely hold a mystery.
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