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Who is it holds them helpless there? 'Tis He Who hears the anguished prayer; 'Tis He Who to the wave Hath fixed the bound--mud, rock, or sand-- To mark how far upon the strand Its foaming sweep may rave. What is it, but the ebbing tide, That leaves them here, by Hamble's side, So firm embedded in the mud No force of stream, nor storm, nor flood, Shall ever these five ships bear forth To fiords and islets of the north; A thousand years shall pass away, And leave those keels in Hamble's bay.