on every corse there stood.
this seraph-band, each ht !
they stood as signals to the land,
each one a lovely light ;
this seraph-band, each fast :
dear lord in heaven ! it ood !
he singeth loud his godly hymns
that he makes in the y soul, he'll wash away
the albatross's blood.
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