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Spiritual ocean, measurelessly broad!
Spiritual ocean, measurelessly broad!
Who loves thee once truly shall evermore
Be drawn to thee, fair sea without a shore!
Surely and indeclinably, not over-awed,
Not over-mastered(for such force were fraud
Where sweet love is in question): conqueror
Of these our human hearts when they are sore,
The true friend's suasion truly doth persuade—
The touch'd heart at thy magic moves, blue tide!
Thine own victorious sweetness draws us nigher.
There is no fragrance and no fall like thine.
They by thine ancient beauty who abide,
Spirits emancipated, see no fire
But that of rose and gold which is divine.
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