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THE TIDE ROCK.

HOW sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done, With broad bright side beneath the broad bright sun, Like sea-nymph tired, on cushioned mosses sleeping. Yet, nearer drawn, beneath her purple tresses From drooping brows we find her slowly weeping.  So many a wife for cruel man's caresses  Must inly pine and pine, yet outward bear  A gallant front to this world's gaudy glare.
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