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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Hymn of The Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways<br>His restless billows. Thou, whose hands have scooped<br>His boundless gulfs and built his shore, thy breath,<br>That moved in the beginning o'er his face,<br>Moves o'er it evermore. The obedient waves<br>To its strong motion roll, and rise and fall.<br>Still from that realm of rain thy cloud goes up,<br>As at the first, to water the great earth,<br>And keep her valleys green. A hundred realms<br>Watch its broad shadow warping on the wind,<br>And in the dropping shower, with gladness hear<br>Thy promise of the harvest. I look forth<br>Over the boundless blue, where joyously<br>The bright crests of innumerable waves<br>Glance to the sun at once, as when the hands<br>Of a great multitude are upward flung<br>In acclamation. I behold the ships<br>Gliding from cape to cape, from isle to isle,<br>Or stemming toward far lands, or hastening home<br>From the old world. It is thy friendly breeze<br>That bears them, with the riches of the land,<br>And treasure of dear lives, till, in the port,<br>The shouting seaman climbs and furls the sail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But who shall bide thy tempest, who shall face<br>The blast that wakes the fury of the sea?<br>Oh God! thy justice makes the world turn pale,<br>When on the armed fleet, that royally<br>Bears down the surges, carrying war, to smite<br>Some city, or invade some thoughtless realm,<br>Descends the fierce tornado. The vast hulks<br>Are whirled like chaff upon the waves; the sails<br>Fly, rent like webs of gossamer; the masts<br>Are snapped asunder; downward from the decks,<br>Downward are slung, into the fathomless gulf,<br>Their cruel engines; and their hosts, arrayed<br>In trappings of the battle-field, are whelmed<br>By whirlpools, or dashed dead upon the rocks.<br>Then stand the nations still with awe, and pause,<br>A moment, from the bloody work of war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These restless surges eat away the shores<br>Of earth's old continents; the fertile plain<br>Welters in shallows, headlands crumble down,<br>And the tide drifts the sea-sand in the streets<br>Of the drowned city. Thou, meanwhile, afar<br>In the green chambers of the middle sea,<br>Where broadest spread the waters and the line<br>Sinks deepest, while no eye beholds thy work,<br>Creator! thou dost teach the coral worm<br>To lay his mighty reefs. From age to age,<br>He builds beneath the waters, till, at last,<br>His bulwarks overtop the brine, and check<br>The long wave rolling from the southern pole<br>To break upon Japan. Thou bid'st the fires,<br>That smoulder under ocean, heave on high<br>The new-made mountains, and uplift their peaks,<br>A place of refuge for the storm-driven bird.<br>The birds and wafting billows plant the rifts<br>With herb and tree; sweet fountains gush; sweet airs<br>Ripple the living lakes that, fringed with flowers,<br>Are gathered in the hollows. Thou dost look<br>On thy creation and pronounce it good.<br>Its valleys, glorious with their summer green,<br>Praise thee in silent beauty, and its woods,<br>Swept by the murmuring winds of ocean, join<br>The murmuring shores in a perpetual hymn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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His restless billows. Thou, whose hands have scooped
His boundless gulfs and built his shore, thy breath,
That moved in the beginning o'er his face,
Moves o'er it evermore. The obedient waves
To its strong m..."></div>
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