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 OOPYRIGHT. 1887, 
 By M. E. ROGERS. 
 
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^, DELICATE sea-mosses, with your 
 
 "pencilings of glory ! 
 I trace your forms of beauty, as I listen 
 
 to your story : 
 Ocean has many wonders, and it chants 
 
 in varied measure. 
 Of countless secrets buried 'mong its own 
 
 deep- hidden treasure. 
 
^ONDERFULglorie-s! Beautiful sea- 
 mosses ! 
 Upraised on wave and fondly borne to 
 
 shore : 
 Ye speak to me of beauty from Life's 
 losses — 
 Joy evermore. 
 
^ALL us not weeds, for we are Ocean 
 
 flowers ; 
 A wild and weird, yet wondrous home is 
 
 ours ; 
 Our voices soft, with its waves rise and 
 
 fall; 
 And this our song: "God cares for each 
 
 and all." 
 
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g WANDER by the sea-shore, 
 '^ I look across the wave ; 
 And from its power mighty, 
 
 It seems no hand could save. 
 I catch the sea- pink's beauty. 
 
 They sing far o'er the deep, - 
 " The Lord is great and mighty, 
 
 And powerful to keep." 
 
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3 KNOW each nook by the sea-side 
 
 sti'and, 
 And each huge cliff that like sentries 
 
 stand ; 
 The crimson weeds on the amber shore, 
 And the flowers that grow on Ocean's 
 
 floor. 
 
 Each crested wave, with its cap of white ; 
 Each billow, that sports in wild delight ; 
 The deeps below and the skies above, 
 All join in the chorus — " God is Love." 
 
griANT, old Ocean ! Tell to nie, 
 What your own deep mystery ? 
 On your breast are flowers fair ; 
 In your heart are jewels rare ; — 
 Mighty, mighty, foaming sea, 
 Would T knew your mystery ! 
 
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