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The ocean looketh up to heaven,
As ‘twere a living thing;
The homage of its waves is given,
In ceaseless worshipping.
They kneel upon the sloping sand
As bends the human knee;
A beautiful and tireless band,
The priesthood of the sea.
The mists are lifted from the rills,
Like the white wing of prayer;
They kneel above the ancient hills,
As doing homage there.
The forest-tops are lowly cast
O’er breezy hill and glen,
As if a prayerful spirit passed
On nature as on men.
The sky is as a temple’s arch:
The blue and wavy air
Is glorious with the spirit march
Of messengers at prayer.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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FARRANT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 354 | G | | # 646 | G | | # 449 | G | | # 188 | G | | # 376 | G | | # 587 | G | | # 539 | G | | # 162 | G | | # 199 | G | | # 873 | No key |
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