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The sea is but a cradle wide and deep, -- / A cradle that the moon rocks to and fro; / What peace they find who there fall fast asleep, / What lovely dreams, -- 'Tis not for us to know.
But God hath sent the angel of the sea / To sing to them an endless lullaby; / And that they may not dread night's mystery, / He lights for them the candles of the sky.
They are infolded by the silken waves, / And wrapped in shining blue, and emerald green; / They drift through opalescent ocean caves, / That only God Himself hath ever seen.
The great salt wind that no man holds in thrall, / Touches them softly, as it passes by; -- / I think the silver sea gulls know them all, / And greet them with their lonely tender cry.
For but a little, little round of years, / The sweet sun-sprinkled foam will be their bed, / And they will slumber -- hushed from any fears -- / To waken, when the sea gives up her dead.