Broods with her thousand stars upon the ocean.
The winds are hushed, calmed is the waves' commotion;
The crescent moon pours out her jar of light
Upon the waters. Clouds as silvery white
As angels' wings float with the softest motion
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Across the sky, and pay their deep devotion
Unto their queen enthroned on heaven's height.
O sea, thou emblem of almighty power!
O night, thou majesty of majesties!
My soul is humbled at this solemn hour,
Surrounded by thine awful mysteries,
My fruitless yearning slowly died away,
As dim night took her sceptre from the day.
N. H. D.