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52 And when the night grows dim, Beguile the billows wild, With the holy breath of thine evening hymn, As the Mother lulls her child.

Go, listen to the Sea When its thundering breakers roar, And a meek hearted pupil be   Of their terrific lore. Hark! while the tempests lower, To the lessons of the wave, "One Voice alone, can curb our power,   One Hand alone, can save."

Go homeward from the Sea, With a treasure in thy hand, A stronger trust in Him who curbs Its might, with reins of sand. And mid earth's darkest snare, Safe in thy bosom keep The pearl-drops thou didst gather there, The wisdom of the Deep.