BAPTISM IN THE SEA.
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'T was here, on this same beach you stood, So many years ago, The seal of grace On your sweet face Beside the water's flow.
The same bright surf, yet not the same, That flowed above your brow, Baptismal graves— Redeeming waves— Where are those waters now?
Gone murmuring to the boundless sea Of God's eternal love,Or like the mist by sunbeams kissed They veil the blue above.
Perchance again they fall in dew Upon some marble tomb,Sparkling and bright, like living light, They gem its pallid gloom.
Or trembling o'er some lowly grave By daisy blooms up-borne,They softly speak to death's pale cheek Of Resurrection Morn.
