THE BREEZE.
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I come, come--from far-of shore, Beyond the bounding pillows roar;

 I swell the sail

 Of the gallant ship,

 As it proudly skins

 The surglng deep; My wings are laden with odors sweet, The fairest forms of earth to greet

 And l sing song

 Ofjoy and mirth,

 As pass along

 Der the silent earth And stream, and flood, and forest, and field, Ever to my mild dominion yield; But whence I come, or where ] go, Iris not for the sons of earth to know.