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The Tide
With daily ebb and flow
The waters by us glide,
They tell us of the mighty Power,
That rules their constant tide.
The waters by us glide,
They tell us of the mighty Power,
That rules their constant tide.
Yet, thoughtless still we gaze,
Untaught from day to day;
Unheeded still the unseen Hand,
That doth their motions sway.
Untaught from day to day;
Unheeded still the unseen Hand,
That doth their motions sway.
As if thus, of itself,
The river's tide might flow;
Now fill its empty channels high,
Then back to ocean go.
The river's tide might flow;
Now fill its empty channels high,
Then back to ocean go.
As if attraction's force
Could be the only law;
And moon and sun could, of themselves,
The bulk of ocean draw.
Could be the only law;
And moon and sun could, of themselves,
The bulk of ocean draw.
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Ah, who shall give us sight
This miracle to see?
In ocean's constant ebb and flow,
The work of Deity!
This miracle to see?
In ocean's constant ebb and flow,
The work of Deity!
In Nature's constant law,
To own God's ceaseless power;
Who makes the sea to know its bounds,
And keep the appointed hour.
To own God's ceaseless power;
Who makes the sea to know its bounds,
And keep the appointed hour.
Poem No. 835; c. October 1868
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