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XVIII. O FAIR BLUE SEA.
O fair blue sea! I love thy sounding shore,
The cadenced music of thy measured roar;
In calm or storm, I care not which it be,
Thou art a rapture and an ecstasy,
As in the golden times that are no more.
The cadenced music of thy measured roar;
In calm or storm, I care not which it be,
Thou art a rapture and an ecstasy,
As in the golden times that are no more.
When sad or wearied, to thy verge I flee,
To watch thy waters dashing wild and free,
As I have often stood and watched before,
O fair blue sea!
To watch thy waters dashing wild and free,
As I have often stood and watched before,
O fair blue sea!
The hills and streams oft fail to solace me,
But solace never fails when sought of thee.
Peace ever to the mind thou dost restore,
And still thy voice is what it was of yore,
A revelation and a mystery,
O fair blue sea!
But solace never fails when sought of thee.
Peace ever to the mind thou dost restore,
And still thy voice is what it was of yore,
A revelation and a mystery,
O fair blue sea!
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