  I hear in the ocean's restless moan My soul's lament. Will it ever cease? I feel in the rumbling earthquake's groan Deep anguish spent. Shall I now know peace? I see in the smallest heaven's loan Enough for content— But is that release? O no! My release is but found in the pure undertone, Coming nearer and dearer to me, Of a great human love beyond Nature at best, Eternal, inspiring, and free. Oh, that's my release. Happy me, happy me! |
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