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CAMP-MEETING AT OCEAN GROVE. 2? 3

If light grows dim, and sunshine cold

Wrapped in earth s murky air, I know the fault lies in the mist

The faithful sun is there

��CAMP-MEETING SUNDAY AT OCEAN GROVE.

FROM the bud of a cloud-calyxed midnight Comes the bloom of the clear Sunday morn, And the crown of the week, with hosannas In sun-lighted beauty is born.

I sit in the shaded Pavilion

That centres these homes by the sea,

In the city whose name tells its story Fair child of the wave and the tree.

I see the oaks standing about me,

God s sentinels, steady and true, Up-bearing their sky-rifted banners,

Where sunshine comes brokenly through.

I look up to pleasant roof-shadow,

Strong built, gainst the storm to defend

(It is good to look upward for shelter, Still upward, for aye, to the end).

I see a blue line over yonder,

That sends a salt kiss on the breeze,

And the sound of the sea, chanting softly, Comes echoing up to the trees. S

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