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A SUMMER DAY.
Loud the roused ocean sang, a chorus grand;
A solemn music rolled in undertone
Of waves that broke about on either hand
The little island lone;
A solemn music rolled in undertone
Of waves that broke about on either hand
The little island lone;
Where, joyful in His tempest as His calm,
Held in the hollow of that hand of His,
I joined with heart and soul in God's great psalm,
Thrilled with a nameless bliss.
Held in the hollow of that hand of His,
I joined with heart and soul in God's great psalm,
Thrilled with a nameless bliss.
Soon lulled the wind, the summer storm soon died;
'The shattered clouds went eastward, drifting slow;
From the low sun the rain-fringe swept aside,
Bright in his rosy glow,
'The shattered clouds went eastward, drifting slow;
From the low sun the rain-fringe swept aside,
Bright in his rosy glow,
And wide a splendor streamed through all the sky;
O'er sea and land one soft, delicious blush,
That touched the gray rocks lightly, tenderly;
A transitory flush.
O'er sea and land one soft, delicious blush,
That touched the gray rocks lightly, tenderly;
A transitory flush.
Warm, odorous gusts blew off the distant land,
With spice of pine-woods, breath of hay new-mown,
O'er miles of waves and sea scents cool and bland,
Full in our faces blown.
With spice of pine-woods, breath of hay new-mown,
O'er miles of waves and sea scents cool and bland,
Full in our faces blown.
