I.

The wind blew high, the waters raved,

A ship drove on the land,

A hundred human creatures saved,

Kneeled down upon the sand.

Threescore were drowned, threescore were thrown

Upon the black rocks wild,

And thus among them, left alone,

They found one helpless child.

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