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SEA VOICES
O'ER the wintry sea,
Mingled with its tone
Comes a voice to me,
That's not the sea's own.
Low and soft it is,
Near and far away --
Sad as winds that kiss
The sea beyond the bay.
Soulless, restless, swell,
O what radiant guest,
Sad, invisible,
Hovers o'er thy breast?
Gray rocks and gray sea,
Stretch of barren shore,
Grief and memory
Claim me evermore.
William Stanley Braithwaite
A soul without a high aim is like a ship without a rudder.
Eileen Caddy
The largest island in the Mediterranean sea is Sicily.
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