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OFF SHORE
As my soul has been dutiful
Only to thee,
O God most beautiful,
Lighten thou me,
As I swim through the dim long rollers, with eyelids
uplift from the sea.
Be praised and adored of us
All in accord,
Father and lord of us
Alway adored,
The slayer and the stayer and the harper, the light of us
all and our lord.
At the sound of thy lyre,
At the touch of thy rod,
Air quickens to fire
