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Oh, vain is the stern protesting / Of winds, when the tide runs high; / And vainly the deep-sea waters / Call out, as the waves speed by; / For, deaf to the claim of the ocean, / To the threat of the loud winds dumb, / Past reef and bar, to shores afar, / They rush when the hour is come.
Vainly the tempest thunders, / Of unsexed waves that roam, / Away from the mid-sea calmness, / Where Nature made their home. / For the voice of the great Moon-Mother, / Has spoken and said, ‘Be free. ' / And the tide must go to the strong full flow, / In the time of the perigee.