Then first she turns from him,
Muttering a prayer for him, -
Sacred the prayer of a maiden's pure love!
Now on the reefs they float, -
Helpless the little boat, -
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The setting sun pierces the breakers so grim;
Wavers a holy light
Over their faces bright,
Bright with the prayer of their marriage hymn.
Soothing thy motion,
O trembling Ocean,
Heaving with love for the dear ones at rest;
Loving, not hating,
Praying and waiting,
Surely they left this poor world at its best; -
Never thy voice is sad,
Always thy murmur glad,
Speaking of peace that is found in thy breast.
S.