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Yes! bright green spots that lay
In beauty far away,
        Hearing no billow's roar;
Safer from touch of spoil,
For that day's fiery toil,

Rose on high hearts, that now with love gush'd o'er.

A solemn scene, and dread!
The victors and the dead,
        The breathless burning sky!
And, passing with the race
Of waves, that keep no trace,

The wild, brief signs of human victory!

A stern, yet holy scene!
Billows, where strife hath been,
        Sinking to awful sleep;
And words, that breathe the sense
Of God's omnipotence,

Making a minster of that silent deep.