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The Strayed Albatross.
Unknown creations bend Strange looks on his sad grace;Strange panic dreads attend This alien of a raceUnskilled to live or dieApart from sea and sky.
The soft deep breast that yet Thrilled to no thought of care,The strong, suave seas that met Or sweet long rush of air,Now on the pavement stoneThrobs, faints, to fears alone.
The young free creature, winged To fleet where wild winds blow,On crags by breakers ringed To nest where none may know,—What guilt was his, to gainThis human height of pain?
Suffering, poor bird, as may Only young souls in grief:Who see transformed the gay Glad world of their belief;And wait what doom may rise,Bewildered patience in their eyes.

Mary Colborne-Veel.

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