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BY THE SEA.
Sweet day, thy beauty doth unseal all springsOf pure delight, where even Despair might slake
Awhile his infinite thirsting, and partake
In the deep gladness of all outward things.
Yea, Sea and Autumn sit like crowned kings
Over the revels of the world, and make
Awful rejoicing to the Lord!—Break, break,
Thou prison-silence in the silver strings,
And blossom into song! O day of days,
Dying among the stars in breathless calm,
With thine own tribute to the eternal psalm
From Nature's heart outwelling evermore,
With all sweet voices of the waves and shore
Give thou to God one hymn of human praise!
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