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 There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
 Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.  
 There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
 Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine. 
 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost 
parts of the sea;
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 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost 
parts of the sea;
 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold 
me. 
 I never was on the dull, tame shore,
 But I loved the great sea more and more.  
 I never was on the dull, tame shore,
 But I loved the great sea more and more. 
 There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowells of the earth, 
many a fair pearle in read more 
 There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowells of the earth, 
many a fair pearle in the bosome of the sea, that never was seene 
nor never shall bee. 
 Ye waves
 That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
  Your crisped smiles.  
 Ye waves
 That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
  Your crisped smiles. 
 Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,
 Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.  
 Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,
 Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. 
 The image of Eternity--the throne
 Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
  The monsters of the read more 
 The image of Eternity--the throne
 Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
  The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
   Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. 
 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a 
pot of ointment.  
 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a 
pot of ointment. 
 Behold the Sea,
 The opaline, the plentiful and strong,
  Yet beautiful as is the rose in June,
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 Behold the Sea,
 The opaline, the plentiful and strong,
  Yet beautiful as is the rose in June,
   Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July;
    Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds,
     Purger of earth, and medicine of men;
      Creating a sweet climate by my breath,
       Washing out harms and griefs from memory,
        And, in my mathematic ebb and flow,
         Giving a hint of that which changes not.