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The same sun is o'er us, The same Love shall find us, The same and none other, Wherever we be; With the same goal before us, The same home behind us, England, our mother, Ringed round with the sea. When the breakers charged thundering In thousands all round us With a lightning of lances Uphurtled on high, When the stout ships were sundering A rapture hath crowned us, Like the wild light that dances On the crests that flash by. When the waters lay breathless Gazing at Hesper Guarding the golden Fruit of the tree, Heard we the deathless Wonderful whisper Wafting the olden Dream of the sea. No land in the ring of it Now, all around us Only the splendid Resurging unknown! How should we sing of it?— This that hath found us By the great sun attended In splendour, alone. Ah! the broad miles of it, White with the onset Of waves without number Warring for glee. Ah! the soft smiles of it Down to the sunset, Holy for slumber, The peace of the sea. The wave's heart, exalted, Leaps forward to meet us, The sun on the sea-wave Lies white as the moon: The soft sapphire-vaulted Deep heaven smiles to greet us, Free sons of the free-wave All singing one tune. The same sun is o'er us, The same Love shall find us, The same and none other, Wherever we be; With the same goal before us, The same home behind us, England, our mother, Queen of the sea. |