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The New Sea
I heard the sound of the wild, heaving sea,Its billows had rolled on unheard before,
For to some vainly-fancied thing I had given
The name, that gentile nations worship as
A God. But now I heard without deceit
Surges that ever roll; the deep below
Answering with awful voice the deep above!
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The sea was past; the waters met,
And o'er the heads of Pharaoh's hosts; I turned,—
And saw the proud careering waves ride as
Reined steeds under some mighty conquerors
Driven on. It was a day when the battle
Had been given unto God's chosen sons;
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Looking o'er land and sea, the inheritance
Of man new-blessed. And they who beneath its waves
And on its bed as on the dry land walked,
God led, stood on the other bank; and shouts
Louder than from the sea rose up to heaven.
Poem No. 238; late 1838-early 1840
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