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 MY FIRST SABBATH AT SEA

gliding o'er the deep, As woke the hallow'd day, With snowy sails, and favoring gales, Our ship pursued her way,&mdash; When lo! a gush of music sweet, Swelled from her heaving breast, A holy voice of hymns, that seem'd    To lull the wave to rest.

For on the sheltered deck Uprose a sacred rite, The worship of old Ocean's King, The Lord of power and might;