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 Again that tuneful sound Swells o'er the watery plain; How passing sweet are Zion's songs Amid the stranger-main: Our vessel taught them to the winds Along her venturous way, And bade the lawless billows hush In their tremendous play.

Throughout the broad expanse No living thing is seen, Except the stormy petrel's wing, That flecks the blue serene; Praise! Praise! methinks the hoariest surge Might learn that lesson well, Which even the infant zephyr's breath To earth's frail flowers doth tell.

What though the tender thought Of loved ones far away Steals lingering to the moistened eye, Mid prayer and chanted lay,