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What light within me has thy pure gleam kindled!

" Tis from the land of light that thou art

come.

NO MORE SEA.

And of that time how blythely art thou telling, When cloud and change and tempest shall take wing;

Each beam of thine prophetic of the glory, Creation's day- break, earth's long- promised spring.

Even thus it is, my God me daily teacheth Sweet knowledge out of all I hear and see; Each object has a heavenly voice within it, Each scene, however troubled, speaks to me. For all upon this earth is broken beauty;

Yet out of all what strange, deep lessons rise!

Each hour is giving out its heaven- sent wisdom, A message from the sea, the shore, the skies.

NO MORE SEA.

Καὶ ἡ θάλασσα ουκ ἔστιν ἐτι.-( Rev. xxi. 1.)

SUMMER Ocean, idly washing

This grey rock on which I lean; Summer Ocean, broadly flashing

With thy hues of gold and green: