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Poems for the Sea.
Those mighty waters, rushing, roll'd,
And foil'd the swimmer's pride.
Oh! vision of the glorious fount
Which the meek Hand that fell
Transpierc'd, on Calvary's fatal cross,
Brought forth a living well,
True symbol of the Gospel's course,
Didst thou that Prophet cheer,
Who erst on Chebar's lonely banks
Shed the pale captive's tear?
On that blest river's banks we dwell,
We drink its healing tide,
So, like the trees Ezekiel saw
His vision'd flood beside,
May we with fresh, unfading leaf
Each changeful season dare,
And still the fruits of faith renew
Till Heaven's pure clime we share.
