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A SABBATH MORNING AT SEA.
I.
THE ship went on with solemn face:
To meet the darkness on the deep,
The solemn ship went onward.
I bowed down weary in the place;
For parting tears and present sleep
Had weighed mine eyelids downward.
II.
Thick sleep, which shut all dreams from me,
And kept my inner self apart,
And quiet from emotion,
Then brake away and left me free,
Made conscious of a human heart
Betwixt the heaven and ocean.
III.
The new sight, the new wondrous sight!
The waters round me, turbulent,
The skies, impassive o'er me,
Calm in a moonless, sunless light,
As glorified by even the intent
Of holding the day-glory!
