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16 DIVINE WORSHIP ON THE DEEP.
Throughout yon wide and lone expanse no living thing
is seen, Save that the stormy petrel s wing doth fleck the blue
serene ; But ministries of angel-thought, and hopes that blossom
free, And tender memories, Cluster round this Sabbath on the
Sea.
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