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 TEACHINGS OF THE SEA.

Go, muse beside the Sea Where white-winged navies ride, While its highest pulse is beating free, In strong mysterious tide: Where deep in coral cells The sunless forests weep, And many a wandering child of earth Hath laid him down to sleep.

Go forth upon the Sea At the first break of morn, And bless it with the words of prayer Ere the young day is born.