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TO ONE DROWNED AT SEA.

Thou liest far; yet not so far But o'er us soon the self-same star That trembles o'er thy briny bed Its radiance on our tears shall shed, Who nightly on our bended knees Uplift for thee swift litanies. Thou liest deep ; but not too deep For Love, that o'or thy corse will keep Her vigil oft, when, winged with prayer, The wistful fancy wafts her there; Nor yet too deep for Heaven to hold ?~ Secure as sleep in daisied mould. Thou liest lone; and yet not lone They sleep, though sunk in seas unknown, Who in the great communion Of saints in heaven and earth are one; Though sundered by the unsounded sea, - Death breaks not yet their unity. Thou liest calm—oh, blessed calm! Rude winds that shake the pillared palm Enisled in yonder Orient sea Break mt thy deep tranquillity; - Calm now, whatever storms befall, Till sounds, calm then, the archangel's call. Septimus G. Green.

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Evening Star, Issue 10339, 12 June 1897, Page 1 (Supplement)

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161

TO ONE DROWNED AT SEA. Evening Star, Issue 10339, 12 June 1897, Page 1 (Supplement)

TO ONE DROWNED AT SEA. Evening Star, Issue 10339, 12 June 1897, Page 1 (Supplement)