text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "Again Life's tempest beaten ocean roar'd,
And round thy head the mists of Faction pour'd;
Dark lower'd the storm; but Heaven's own light rose mild,
And rescued Honour on thy death-bed smiled[1],
Soft shedding peaceful joy; the blissful sign,
That Heaven's forgiveness and its balm were thine.
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