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...our home! These arc our realms, no limits to their sway—- Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thon, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not tii-...

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...our home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway—- Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,...

...madp their marble of the glassy wave, he can enter into the full spirit of the pirate's song — " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy iu every change j" and in the thoughts and language of the native Indian, holding communion with "...

...where such a consummation is to be effected. Ours was in reality here — " The wild life in tumnlt still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change." Nor were we much less piratical indeed than those in whose mouths the poet has put these words. The...