The Stars Above The Sea

By Amos Russel Wells

Far, far away one mystery greets
Another vast and high,
The infinite of waters meets
The infinite of sky.
The stars are singing hymns of calm
Above the sea’s unrest;
Can ever that majestic psalm
Dwell in the ocean’s breast?
What far horizon dim and low
The sweet solution finds,
Where earth’s tumultuous yearnings know
The peace of heavenly minds?
And still the sky’s imperial grace
The tossing ocean mars;
We cannot see the meeting place,
But we can see the stars.

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