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How often, oh, how often, I had wished that the ebbing tide Would bear me away on its bosom O er the ocean wild and wide I

For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear.

But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me.

H. W. LONGFELLOW: The Bridge.