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TO THE OCEAN.
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Which he, who deepest graves within his heart
Is wisest, though the world may call him fool.
Therefore, I bend to thy resounding tides,
And list the echo of thy countless waves,
A lone disciple,—if perchance, my soul
That poor shell-gatherer, on the shores of time,
May by thy lore instructed, learn of God.
