A FRAGMENT.
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Oh, 1t is sad to think how Time goes by, With giant march--and weeks, and months

 and years, In quick succession pass, and leave us still No nearer to the port of Peace-our barque No safer sheltered from the tempest-ills That blow from every point upon the Sea Of Life.