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BY THE NORTH SEA.

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5.

A land that is thirstier than ruin;

A sea that is hungrier than death;
Heaped hills that a tree never grew in;
Wide sands where the wave draws breath;
All solace is here for the spirit
That ever for ever may be
For the soul of thy son to inherit,
My mother, my sea.

6.

O delight of the headlands and beaches!

O desire of the wind on the wold,
More glad than a man's when it reaches
That end which it sought from of old

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