A bar of song . Clean-swept each morn, as the face of a cloudless skyIs this wave-washed beach, with never a stain nor taintUpon its sands: clean-swept as the radient eyeThat looks from the pardoned sonl of a saint! The endless stretch of the moaning sea,The rounding curve of the bending sky,Are myteries all in their breadth to meAs the shoreless space where the sea-gulls fly. 83. Wonder of water and wonder of sky,Wonder of dnsk, when a storm portends;Wonderful shores that contented lieAnd almost meet where the river ends! If man could wash his soul of sin as cleanAs these white shores of Nept
A bar of song . Clean-swept each morn, as the face of a cloudless skyIs this wave-washed beach, with never a stain nor taintUpon its sands: clean-swept as the radient eyeThat looks from the pardoned sonl of a saint! The endless stretch of the moaning sea,The rounding curve of the bending sky,Are myteries all in their breadth to meAs the shoreless space where the sea-gulls fly. 83. Wonder of water and wonder of sky,Wonder of dnsk, when a storm portends;Wonderful shores that contented lieAnd almost meet where the river ends! If man could wash his soul of sin as cleanAs these white shores of Neptunes vast estateNo barrier then could lift its wall betweenHis radiant path from earth to heavens gate. 84
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