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nahant.
Then mark the billows gathering up their force,
Tossing their foam back like a lion's mane;
And, rushing on in their exulting course.
In idle murmurs swift recoil again.
Tossing their foam back like a lion's mane;
And, rushing on in their exulting course.
In idle murmurs swift recoil again.
And, while the baffled waters seem to sleep,
Far off they gather mightier than before;
Onward they move with slow majestic sweep,
And break in thunder round the rocky shore.
Far off they gather mightier than before;
Onward they move with slow majestic sweep,
And break in thunder round the rocky shore.
There is a power within me, that awakes
Midst this wild conflict of the stormy sea;
And moves, and swells, and its stern thraldom breaks,
And heaves and pants for immortality.
Midst this wild conflict of the stormy sea;
And moves, and swells, and its stern thraldom breaks,
And heaves and pants for immortality.
This wind must die away ere long, and thou.
Old Ocean, must recall thy truant waves;
Dress thee with smiles, and smooth thy furrowed brow,
And calmly rest thee in thy silent caves:
Old Ocean, must recall thy truant waves;
Dress thee with smiles, and smooth thy furrowed brow,
And calmly rest thee in thy silent caves:
While, restless, by no earthly shores confined.
The sea of Thought, nor ebb nor limit knows,
Fed from the fountains of Creative Mind,
Through realms, through worlds unknown forever flows.
The sea of Thought, nor ebb nor limit knows,
Fed from the fountains of Creative Mind,
Through realms, through worlds unknown forever flows.
