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[I may not hope through life to comprehend]
I may not hope through life to comprehend,As earth does sea, this ocean of my loss,
Nor bind its foamy waters to emboss
Thus far the sea-mark, and no farther tend,
Nor sail beyond its barrier, nor descend
To that still region where no storm can toss—
Too deep to fathom, and too vast to cross,
Whatever help a coming hour shall send.
I can but skirt its borders, and explore
The devious creeks, with islets interlaced,
And probe each gloom-filled cavern to the core;
Or wade amid the short'ning shoals, and taste
The bitter of its waves, that rage and waste
With moan immortal round this mortal shore.
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