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1849–1924

WITH THE TIDE

Marian Longfellow

Calm seas that lie‘ neath summer skies And mirror back those skies to me, Upon whose breast white sails arise And glide like spirits grand and free.

Calm seas beneath whose hidden deep Are wonders far beyond my ken, There, rocked in murmuring currents, sleep The secrets not revealed to men!

Peace, like a white-winged dove descends And hovers o'er the waters bright, While glory of the sunset blends With tones of the approaching night.

My glad soul bids thee welcome, and Goes forth upon the ocean's tide! Far from the care that fills the land, To where my spirit would abide!

Till, as the cares of day depart And the glad sea its greeting calls, I rise unshackled, strong of heart, And from my life the burden falls!

Thus in this quiet nook I find All that I longed and sought in vain In the world's haunts, my soul to bind, And, seeking, found but grief and pain.

Now, like a blessing falls thy grace, O grand, beloved, glorious sea! Drawn by thy message, face to face, My longing greets thy mystery!

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