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ByMRs. REMAINS. Thou art sounding on. thou mighty Sea. For ever, and the same! The ancient rocks yet ring to thee, Whose thunders napght can tame. Oh many a glorious voice is gone From the rich bowers #ofsearth, And hushed is inaffy | lovely one Of mournfulness or mirth. The Dorian flute, that sighed of yore Along thy wave, is still; The harp of Judah peals no more On Zion's awful hill And Memnon's too, hath lost the chord That breathed the mystic tone, And the songs at Rome high triumphs pour'd A re with her eagles flown. And mute the Moorish horn that rang Ger stream and mountain free, And the hymn the learned Crusaders sang Hath died in Galilee: But thou art swelling on, thou Deep, Through many an olden cline, Thy bflle#y anthem it CT to sleep Until the close of time. Thou liftest up thy solemn voice To every wind and sky, And all our Earth's green shores rejoice In that one harmony. It fills the noontide's calm profound, The sunset's heaven of gold; And the still midnight hears the sound Even as when first 1t rolled. Let there be silence deep and strange, Where crowning cities rose! Thou sneak ast of. one that doth not ehanCe- So may our hearts repose.