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THOUGHTS AT SEA. 231
With childish fear, yea, I have ventur 'd forth To kneel beside thy feet before I die.
Show me the birth-place of thy bards of old,
Whose music bow'd me as a mighty wind
Doth sweep the reeds. Show me their marble tombs,
Whose varied wisdom taught the awe-struck world,
Those giants of old times ; show me thy domes,
And castellated towers, with ivy crown 'd,
The proud memorials of a buried race ;
Pour on mine ear thy rich, cathedral hymn,
England, my mother, and to my far home,
In the green west, I will rejoicing turn,
Thine image deeper grav'd within my heart
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