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The Pilot in the Mist.

Part of the cluster FANCIES AT NAVESINK.

THE PILOT IN THE MIST.

Steaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminis- 
 cence,
A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why, Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;)* Again 'tis just at morning—a heavy haze contends with day- 
 break,
Again the trembling, laboring vessel veers me—I press through  
 foam-dash'd rocks that almost touch me,
Again I mark where aft the small thin Indian helmsman Looms in the mist, with brow elate and governing hand.

Part of the cluster FANCIES AT NAVESINK.

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