| The sky was dark, like a heavy smoke screen shutting out the sun. The fog, a thick oppressive blanket lay above the city far out over the bay. Then as a new day began, many vessels lying anchored near seemed paralyzed, none dared to move for fear some unseen men, all lurking out of sight, might strike with ghostly hand from out of the fog. |
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I strolled along the wharfs and strained my eyes to see if one familiar vessel greeted me, but nay, no one could recognize a boat today. But as I looked, behold, a gleam of light breaks through the heavy mist as dark as night. A brilliant sunbeam shot its silvery ray straight through the fog bank and behold, 'tis day and as I watched the sun, the fog dispel a song of joy within my bosom wells a clearer vision of eternity. |
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