answer to "the pathless deep."
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The moon is up, the stars shine bright
Athwart the harbour bar,
And their pure and silvery light,—
Ne'er passing cloud doth mar.
Athwart the harbour bar,
And their pure and silvery light,—
Ne'er passing cloud doth mar.
The deep, the deep, so fair and wide,
The fathomless and free,
'Tis the wild and eddying tide
That's ever dear to me.
The fathomless and free,
'Tis the wild and eddying tide
That's ever dear to me.
Now swell the white and snowy sails—
The lighthouse point is past,—
And bursting from their idle brails,
They bend the lofty mast.
The lighthouse point is past,—
And bursting from their idle brails,
They bend the lofty mast.
Hurrah! hurrah! can dusty land,
With its verdant quiet lea,
E'en show, I ween, a bolder band
Than the toilers of the sea?
With its verdant quiet lea,
E'en show, I ween, a bolder band
Than the toilers of the sea?
