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Title: Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern
Year: 1896 (1890s)
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Publisher: N.Y.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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me,Brown with weed and green with slime,Thou mayst drench and defile me and spit in my face,But while I am here thou keepst thy place!I am the Rock! I am the Rock, beguiling Sea! I know thou art fair as fair can be, With golden glitter and silver sheen, And bosom of blue and garments of green. Thou mayst pat my cheek with baby hands, And lap my feet in diamond sands, And play before me as children play; But plead as thou wilt, I bar the way! I am the Rock! v I am the Rock. Black midnight falls;The terrible breakers rise like walls;With curling lips and gleaming teethThey plunge and tear at my bones beneath.Year upon year they grind and beatIn storms of thunder and storms of sleet —Grind and beat and wrestle and tear,But the rock they beat on is always there!I am the Rock! The Sea I am the Sea. I hold the landAs one holds an apple in his hand.Hold it fast with sleepless eyes,Watching the continents sink and rise.Out of my bosom the mountains grow,Back to its depths they crumble slow:
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3 ^ ^ 3 Js SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS l6 The earth is a helpless child to me —I am the Sea! I am the Sea. When I draw backBlossom and verdure follow my track,And the land I leave grows proud and fair,For the wonderful race of man is there;And the winds of heaven wail and cry-While the nations rise and reign and die —Living and dying in folly and pain,While the laws of the universe thunder in vain.What is the folly of man to me ?I am the Sea! I am the Sea. The earth I sway;Granite to me is potters clay;Under the touch of my careless wavesIt rises in turrets and sinks in caves;The iron cliffs that edge the landI grind to pebbles and sift to sand,And beach-grass bloweth and children playIn what were the rocks of yesterday;It is but a moment of sport to me —I am the Sea! I am the Sea. In my bosom deepWealth and Wonder and Beauty sleep;Wealth and Wonder and Beauty riseIn changing splendor of sunset skies,And comfort the earth with rains and snowsTill waves the harvest and laughs the rose

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