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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.
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.
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.
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.
The sea is flowing ever,
The land retains it never.
The sea is flowing ever,
The land retains it never.
The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south
pass through; so it cometh from read more
The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south
pass through; so it cometh from the desert, from a terrible land.
When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a
swaddlingband for it,
And brake up read more
When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a
swaddlingband for it,
And brake up for it my decreed place, and set bars and doors,
And said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here
shall thy proud waves be stayed?
Ye waves
That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
Your crisped smiles.
Ye waves
That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
Your crisped smiles.
Deep calleth upon deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy
waves and thy billows are gone over read more
Deep calleth upon deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy
waves and thy billows are gone over me.