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A SABBATH AT SEA.
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A SABBATH AT SEA.
Swift o'er the tossing deep,
As woke the Sabbath day,
With favoring breeze and swelling sails
A bark pursued its way;
When lo! a gush of music sweet
Came from its lonely breast,
A holy voice of hymns, that lulled
The wrathful wave to rest.
Upon the sheltered deck
Was held a sacred rite,
The worship of old Ocean's King,
The Lord of power and might,
Who with a simple line of sand
Doth curb its monstrous tide,
And lay his finger on its mane,
To quell its fiercest pride.
High words of solemn prayer
Each listening spirit stir,
And by the fair young babe knelt down
The bronzed mariner;
