Hills and Sea

The restless sea, the ever-surging sea,
Lacks the majestic calm of yon strong hills,
With azure summits bathed in heaven. God wills
One nature to the mountains, and to thee,
Tumultuous deep, a different destiny.
His sunlight glances in their leaping rills,
His balm upon their forest breath distils,
His high winds sweep across them pure and free.
But O my ocean, O my saddest, bravest,
Forever flinging thy wild heart away,
Forever forced from the land thou cravest
By secret laws thy being must obey!
Thine is it still to strive and fail and long;
But where hath earth a music like thy song?
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