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 And their hearts are as harps that approve him And praise him as chords of a lyre That were fain with their music to move him To meet their desire.

To descend through the darkness to grace them, Till darkness were lovelier than light: To encompass and grasp and embrace them, Till their weakness were one with his might: With the strength of his wings to caress them, With the blast of his breath to set free; With the mouths of his thunders to bless them For sons of the sea.