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100 THE TRACK OF THE TELEGRAPH.
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XIV.—THE TRACK OF THE TELEGRAPH.
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*¦••» Throug Oh ! wondrous h wilderness ...
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We will not look forward , but conclude by praying all Eng _^ lisli people to consider well every action and word widen may bear oie
this tremendous question , and never to let the smallest grain of that influence weigh on the wrong side . Let us all strengthen , by every
means in our power , the brave hands and hearts that are fighting
the battle of the poor and the oppressed . B
100 The Track Of The Telegraph.
100 THE TRACK OF THE TELEGRAPH .
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*¦••» Throug Oh ! Wondrous H Wilderness ...
_*¦••» Throug Oh ! wondrous h wilderness wire , of threading weed and th madrepore y silent
way-; Who Linking like for dumb aye the sisters Old long "World sinc and e sundered the _! New , Meet , hand to hand at lastspell greeting soft
And sign unto each other , gentle words . , As thou leap ' st on From to "beneath the water ' s loom
crag crag g , Thou Enoug see h to ' st daunt strange even sights thine upon iron th heart y lonel , y way , Yet still thou holdest ever on thy course
' Still Mid manned battered with hulls corpses , and skeletons . Sunken of argosies ships , Laden with treasure , now flung prodigal out
And To waste make upon sport the for lone the flo fishes or of . the Mortal sea , foes Locked Grasping yet each in the fleshless death throat -grip , their their bony eyeless hands skulls
Frowning in hate or vengeanee , , unappeased . Perchance a mother clasping close her child , Sleeps a long sleep within a sea-weed bower
, That Lulled ever by and the dirge anon lifts of the the repentant bright hair sea , To its victim ' s sweet pale face
And gaze moans upon , bewailing its own cruel deed , ;—A Then miser turns clutching to flout fast a corse his bag that of 's l gold ying , near ,
Whose Still with dead the wei horror ght dragged on his face him as swifter when to his doom ; Waked by the rush of waters from , Ms sleep ,
His wild Beyond cry , rose in purp up le as depths the shi , p lie went mariners down . And They Cling dropped ing lie amid to treacherous them the wave down s cords they to their which love wide d so brake grave well in below twain . ,
, That Undaunted slowly b makes y the huge his way sea- throug serpent h ' s tangled coil , weeds , Crushing the shining shells that strew his path .
Hold Fantastic s trophies coral flung branching there by the throug mocking h . the wave deeps , ,
Bright jewel chains meet for a beauty ' s neck—
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Oct. 1, 1858, page 100, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01101858/page/28/
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