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Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kist away the tears / That fill'd the eyes of morn; -- the laurell'd peers / Who from the feathery gold of evening lean; --
The ocean with its vastness, its blue green, / Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears, --
Its voice mysterious, which whoso hears / Must think on what will be, and what has been.
E'en now, dear George, while this for you I write, / Cynthia is from her silken curtains peeping / So scantly, that it seems her bridal night, / And she her half-discover'd revels keeping.
But what, without the social thought of thee, / Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?