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REFLECTIONS ON THE ABOVE OCCASION. 



There s beauty in the Ocean tide, 



As roll, in surges, to the shore, 



Its crested billows ; and wide 



And far, majestic, with resounding roar, 



The mighty waters move 



Or when, perchance, they sleep, 



Some eve ; and quiet moonbeams 



Stealing from spangled heavens, creep 



And smile upon dark Ocean s breast, 



Or dance, in ripples, o er his hushed strength. 



There s beauty in the tone of Music, when 

 It lulls, with saddened sympathy, the heart 

 That anguish breaks ; so soothes 

 The strain harmonious, that appears, 

 Even through dim sorrow s tears, 

 Hope ! with her sunny smiles ! 

 Or when, with happier chord, it quickens 

 The deep pulse of love, and the charged heart 



