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[Waves, waves, waves]
Waves, waves, waves,
Graceful arches, lit with night's pale gold,
Boom like thunder through the mountain roll'd,
Hiss and make their music manifold,
Sing, and work for God along the strand.
Graceful arches, lit with night's pale gold,
Boom like thunder through the mountain roll'd,
Hiss and make their music manifold,
Sing, and work for God along the strand.
Leaves, leaves, leaves,
Beautified by Autumn's scorching breath,
Ivory skeletons, carven fair by death,
Fall and drift at a sublime command.
Beautified by Autumn's scorching breath,
Ivory skeletons, carven fair by death,
Fall and drift at a sublime command.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts,
Breaking, wave-like, on the mind's strange shore,
Rustling, leaf-like, through it evermore,
O, that they might follow God's good hand!
Breaking, wave-like, on the mind's strange shore,
Rustling, leaf-like, through it evermore,
O, that they might follow God's good hand!
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