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THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP.
What hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells ?
We ask not such from thee.
Yet more, the depths have more what wealth untold,
Earth claims not these again.
Yet more, the depths have more !-thy waves have roll'd Above the cities of a world gone by!
Sand hath fill'd up the palaces of old,
Man yields them to decay.
Yet more! the billows and the depths have more !
Give back the true and brave !
Give back the lost and lovely !--those for whom
But all is not thine own.
To thee the love of woman hath gone down,
-Restore the dead, thou sea!
Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board,
Bring flowers to strew in the conqueror's path-
Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell,