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So far, far have I journeyed, Such weary ways, O sea! Breathe, breathe me breath of life now, And steep the soul of me! SO FAR FAR HAVE I JOURNEYED SUCH WEARY WAYS O SEA BREATHE BREATHE ME BREATH OF LIFE NOW AND STEEP THE SOUL OF ME
 In rosy wreaths upon the swales And fallow fields the bindweed trails, And late-sown buckwheat swiftly pales To blossoming anew. The pond within the pasture land Reflects the cattle as they stand In depths of dipping sedges and Of tangled meadow-rue. In silver splashes through the green, Fine, filmy spider-webs are seen, And crumpled cockle-flowers between Are rifts of tender blue. On stately stalks of standing corn A wealth of cresting plumes are borne, And tawny tasseled tufts adorn The ripened barley, too. So, steeping nature far and wide, Deep sweeps the flood of summer-tide, Till all things that therein abide Are richly tinctured through. _SONG_ O, fresh from off the ocean The salt wind riots through The fragrant fern and bay-leaves And dripping honey-dew. The morning’s on the moorland, And flashing, far away, I glimpse the foam-white seagulls And feathers of the spray. O hasten! let us hasten! The tide sings up the sand The song my heart has harkened Across long leagues of land.  SONG BY EVELEEN STEIN READ FOR LIVER WAXT ORG BY DEB KAY OH FRESH FROM OFF THE OCEAN THE SALT WIND RIOTS THROUGH THE FRAGRANT BIRDS AND BAY LEAVES AND DRIPPING HONEY DEW THE MORNINGS ON THE MOORLAND AND FLASHING FAR AWAY I GLIMPSE THE FOAM WHITE SEAGULLS AND FEATHERS OF THE SPRAY OH HASTEN LET US HASTEN THE TIDE SINGS UP THE SAND THE SONG MY HEART HAS HEARKENED ACROSS LONG LEAGUES OF LAND
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