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THE SEA. 

 I. 



THE broad blue sea, 

 r 9 It has charms for me ; 

 For I love to stand 

 On its rim of sand, 



And look far off where its great waves rise, 

 As if they were mounting up into the skies ; 

 Then see them break into foamy spray, 

 Leaving patches of snow as they melt away 



II. 



O, the broad blue sea, 



It has charms for me ; 



For I love to hear 



Its music so clear, 



When the thundering bass of its breakers roars, 

 As its billows dash on the rock-bound shores, 

 And the wavelets answer with melody sweet, 

 As they die on the sands that lie at my feet. 



III. 



O, the broad blue sea, 

 It has charms for me ; 

 For I love to explore 

 The caves of its shore, 



To gather its mosses and pebbles and shells, 

 To note the rich bower where the fair sea-nymph dwells ; 

 While from each living creature there rises a call 

 To praise the great Giver of life unto all. 



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