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of the sea yonder, and when another rim arises 

 over that, and again and onwards into an ever- 

 widening ocean of idea and life. For with all 

 the strength of the wave, and its succeeding 

 wave, the depth and race of the tide, the clear 

 definition of the sky; with all the subtle 

 power of the great sea, there rises an equal 

 desire. Give me life strong and full as the 

 brimming ocean; give me thoughts wide as 

 its plain ; give me a soul beyond these. 

 Sweet is the bitter sea by the shore where 

 the faint blue pebbles are lapped by the green- 

 gray wave, where the wind- quivering foam is 

 loath to leave the lashed stone. Sweet is the 

 bitter sea, and the clear green in which the 

 gaze seeks the soul, looking through the glass 

 into itself. The sea thinks for me as I listen 

 and ponder : the sea thinks, and every boom 

 of the wave repeats my prayer. 



" Sometimes I stay on the wet sands as the 

 tide rises, listening to the rush of the lines of 

 foam in layer upon layer; the wash swells 

 and circles about my feet, I lave my hands in 

 it, I lift a little in my hollowed palm, I take 

 the life of the sea to me. My soul rising to 



