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| THERE ’S beauty in the deep: | |
| The wave is bluer than the sky; | |
| And though the lights shine bright on high, | |
| More softly do the sea-gems glow | |
| That sparkle in the depths below; | 5 |
| The rainbow’s tints are only made | |
| When on the waters they are laid, | |
| And Sun and Moon most sweetly shine | |
| Upon the ocean’s level brine. | |
| There ’s beauty in the deep. | 10 |
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| There ’s music in the deep: | |
| It is not in the surf’s rough roar, | |
| Nor in the whispering, shelly shore— | |
| They are but earthly sounds, that tell | |
| How little of the sea-nymph’s shell, | 15 |
| That sends its loud, clear note abroad, | |
| Or winds its softness through the flood, | |
| Echoes through groves with coral gay, | |
| And dies, on spongy banks, away. | |
| There ’s music in the deep. | 20 |
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| There ’s quiet in the deep: | |
| Above, let tides and tempests rave, | |
| And earth-born whirlwinds wake the wave; | |
| Above, let care and fear contend | |
| With sin and sorrow to the end: | 25 |
| Here, far beneath the tainted foam | |
| That frets above our peaceful home, | |
| We dream in joy, and wake in love, | |
| Nor know the rage that yells above. | |
| There ’s quiet in the deep. | 30 |
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