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PRAYER AT SEA AFTER VICTORY.
Yes! bright green spots that lay
In beauty far away,
Hearing no billow's roar;
Safer from touch of spoil,
For that day's fiery toil,
A solemn scene, and dread!
The victors and the dead—
The breathless, burning sky!
And, passing with the race
Of waves that keep no trace,
A stern, yet holy scene!
Billows, where strife hath been,
Sinking to awful sleep;
And words that breathe the sense
Of God's omnipotence,
Borne through such hours afar,
Thy flag hath been a star
Where eagle's wing ne'er flew;
England! the unprofaned,
Thou of the homes unstained!