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musings on the rocks at nahant.
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Louder and shriller now the sea-bird shrieks;
The foam curls o'er the craggy steep:
Omnipotence is here; it moves, it speaks,
And wakes the horrors of the deep.

Now, with the tossing wave my soul is tossed;
Now, to the realms of peace it soars;
Now, in the wide immensity 'tis lost;
Now, the Creator's power adores:—

Now, with the kindling eye of faith, I see
Jesus, who came from heaven to save
Repentant man—with radiant majesty,
Walking the rolling, restless wave.

Now, mid the storm, his heavenly voice speaks peace,
Chides his disciples' weak alarm:
At his rebuke, the winds their roaring cease,
And, straight, the obedient sea is calm.

And still his voice the Christian can sustain,
Mid strife and peril, safe from harm;
For faith, erect, can walk life's tossing main,
And love, 'mid storms command a calm.