Page 25 - My Little Book of Perfum'd Poetry
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"The jewelled glint of the ocean's tears,
That churn about in crashing waves,
With throaty roar for he who dares,
To step up strong and brave its rage.
How do we seek? Where can we find?
That depth of soul? The strength of mind?
That can swim in the ocean's endless dreams,
And challenge the infinity"
