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"And hush thee too, my little babe!"Thy cries so feeble cease:"Lie still, lie still;—a little while"And thou shalt be at peace."
So as he spake to land they drew,And swift he stept on shore,And him behind did MargaretClose follow evermore.
It was a place all desolate,Nor house nor tree was there,And there a rocky mountain roseBarren, and bleak, and bare.
And at its base a cavern yawn'd,No eye its depth may view,For in the moon-beam shining roundThat darkness darker grew.
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