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SLEEP AT SEA.
Great rocks are straight ahead,
Great shoals not past;
They shout to one another
Upon the blast.
Great shoals not past;
They shout to one another
Upon the blast.
Oh, soft the streams drop music
Between the hills,
And musical the birds' nests
Beside those rills:
The nests are types of home
Love-hidden from ills,
The nests are types of spirits
Love-music fills.
Between the hills,
And musical the birds' nests
Beside those rills:
The nests are types of home
Love-hidden from ills,
The nests are types of spirits
Love-music fills.
So dream the sleepers,
Each man in his place;
The lightning shows the smile
Upon each face:
The ship is driving, driving,
It drives apace:
Each man in his place;
The lightning shows the smile
Upon each face:
The ship is driving, driving,
It drives apace:
