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XXXIV
Take me, O Sea, and clasp me to thy breast;Bury me deep beneath thy surf and foam.
Far have I fared: Oh let my soul find rest;
Homesick and weary, let me wander home.
Take me, O Sea of Love:—long, long ago,
Athirst for life I rose from thy embrace,
Rose on the winds and drifted to and fro,
An aimless pilgrim of the voids of space;—
Till, summoned from afar, through cloud and rain
And rushing rivulet and gliding stream
Homeward I sped:—Oh make me thine again,
Clasp me, O Sea, till life becomes a dream:—
Drown me, O Sea, in thy unfathomed soul,
Deeper than tides can swing or billows roll.
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