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'Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain:
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control
Stops with the shore,-upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain
He sinks into thy depths wit