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MY FIRST SABBATH AT SEA
Swift gliding o'er the deep,
As woke the hallow'd day,
With snowy sails, and favoring gales,
Our ship pursued her way,—
When lo! a gush of music sweet,
Swelled from her heaving breast,
A holy voice of hymns, that seem'd
To lull the wave to rest.
For on the sheltered deck
Uprose a sacred rite,
The worship of old Ocean's King,
The Lord of power and might;
