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TWILIGHT BY THE SEA
The daisies purse their petals up,
The lambs to shelter creep;
Man, putting off his toil, puts on
The nothingness of sleep.
Still, still upon the shore
The waves their music pour.
Deep grows the dusk. You cannot see
One crest or column shine.
Yet still the unceasing voice on voice
Attests the unending line
Of homebound waves that come
Surely and safely home.
Ay, waves so many! and not one,
O’er trackless leagues and vast
By nature sent to seek the shore,
But finds the shore at last!
—God! God! would men were free
With no less liberty!
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