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The moon comes up; the night goes on.
Why, in the shadow of the mast,
Stands that dark, thoughtful man alone?
Thy pledge!—nay, keep it fast!
Bethink thee of her youth and sorrows, Lee;
Helpless, alone,—and, then, her trust in thee.
Why, in the shadow of the mast,
Stands that dark, thoughtful man alone?
Thy pledge!—nay, keep it fast!
Bethink thee of her youth and sorrows, Lee;
Helpless, alone,—and, then, her trust in thee.
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