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TO THE OCEAN.
Ye blue waves which flow at my feet,
Say where do your glad waters hide;
'Mid the coral-caves haste ye to meet,
Or back to the Nautilus glide?
Say where do your glad waters hide;
'Mid the coral-caves haste ye to meet,
Or back to the Nautilus glide?
Oh! never thy brightness again
Will whiten the spot where I tread;
Swift ye hasten back—back to the main,
To the fathomless deeps ye are fled.
Will whiten the spot where I tread;
Swift ye hasten back—back to the main,
To the fathomless deeps ye are fled.
Oh! wilt thou one hope or one fear
Bear up on thy oft-changing breast?
I have shed o'er thy bosom a tear,
I have hail'd thee a haven of rest.
Bear up on thy oft-changing breast?
I have shed o'er thy bosom a tear,
I have hail'd thee a haven of rest.
Wilt thou seek other lands,—other skies,
Nor leave one kind message for me?
I have breathed to the salt waves my sighs;
I have pray'd still in turning to thee.
Nor leave one kind message for me?
I have breathed to the salt waves my sighs;
I have pray'd still in turning to thee.
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'Twas a tear for the loved—for the lost—
A sigh from the worn spirit riv'n,
Awhile o'er thy waves to be tost,
While the prayer-thought ascended to Heaven.
A sigh from the worn spirit riv'n,
Awhile o'er thy waves to be tost,
While the prayer-thought ascended to Heaven.
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