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VII.—Earth's one Possessor.
Glorious in all thy phases—black or bright,
In storm or sun, both when thy surges flee,
Like horses of the desert shaking free
The glory of their necks, stately in flight;
And when they pause under the spell of night,
Like the same herd pasturing a level lea
With lower'd heads; thou seem'st, O living sea,
Earth's one possessor in thy strong delight!
In storm or sun, both when thy surges flee,
Like horses of the desert shaking free
The glory of their necks, stately in flight;
And when they pause under the spell of night,
Like the same herd pasturing a level lea
With lower'd heads; thou seem'st, O living sea,
Earth's one possessor in thy strong delight!
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Thy arms alone enclasp the mighty round,
Straining it to thy bosom; it is thine!
The various vermin of the land are found
In what escapes thy clasp; they grow, they pine,
They sink again into the sordid ground;
But thou art strong, and deathless, and divine!
Straining it to thy bosom; it is thine!
The various vermin of the land are found
In what escapes thy clasp; they grow, they pine,
They sink again into the sordid ground;
But thou art strong, and deathless, and divine!
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