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XIX. THE SIX O'CLOCK BELL, WHITBY.
The loud bell rings, the time of toil is o'er,But the laborious ocean still works on,
As though its deeds of help were never done,
And to its central depths it must repour
For gathering strength to bless the further shore.
Led by its tireless impulse, one by one,
The fisher boats without a sigh have gone
Forth to their starlit watch and labour sore.
There is who rests not, sleeping day nor night:
This wide-embracing, this unwearied sea
Shares in the mind of Him whose pulses move
All thought, all action; even these boats can prove
Their hearts have touches of the infinite,
In that they toil for others ceaselessly.
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