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REVISITING THE SEA.
Thou glorious Ocean! thou art still the sameAs when thy salutary brine, my brow
O'er-dashing, first baptised me, then as now.
True baptism that; ay, tho' not in the name
Of godfathers and godmothers, when I came,
And by thy sublime summons stirred, made vow
And dedication of myself, which thou
Didst hear, and with thy waves seem to acclaim.
Calm as a mirror art thou now; the Earth,
Making her springtide toilet, gazes there
On her sweet self, as after her sea-birth
Venus of old. The calm of sea, earth, air,
My soul partakes—peace beyond joy or mirth,
Which passeth understanding, is its share.
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