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'T was a rough night, and blew so stiffly yet,

That the sail was becalmed between the seas,117

Though on the wave's high top too much to set,

They dared not take it in for all the breeze:

Each sea curled o'er the stern, and kept them wet,

And made them bale without a moment's ease,118

So that themselves as well as hopes were damped,

And the poor little cutter quickly swamped.