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DIVINE WORSHIP ON THE DEEP.
Throughout yon wide and lone expanse no living thing is seen,
Save that the stormy petrel's wing doth fleck the blue serene;
But ministries of angel-thought, and hopes that blossom free,
And tender memories, cluster round this Sabbath on the Sea.
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