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Always at sea I think about the dead. / On barques invisible they seem to sail / The self-same course; and from the decks cry ‘Hail'! / Then I recall old words that they have said, / And see their faces etched upon the mist- / Dear faces I have kissed.
Always the dead seem very close at sea. / The coarse vibrations of the earth debar / Our spirit friends from coming where we are. / But through God's ether, unimpeded, free, / They wing their way, the ocean deeps above- / And find the hearts that love.
Always at sea my dead come very near. / A growing host; some old in spirit lore, / And some who crossed to find the other shore / But yesterday. All, all, I see and hear / With inner senses, while the voice of faith / Proclaims-there is no death.