To embrace the night,

The wind like a wounded gull beats its wings

Over the land, over the sea, into the fog-vested intangibility.

Like a thousand trumpets the breakers

Proclaim the empiry of night,

The rocky caverns send back echoes

Like homage from vassals near and far;

A faint cry seemeth to flash like lightning;

Through the clouds of the roar of waves:

It is not from the rocks, nor from the sea;

Ah! it is the prayer of a mightier ocean—Humanity!

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The same air that you breathe

Is the air that caresses my sky;

The sunlight that lingers on your hair and lips

Sets fire to the pathway of my life;

And the call of nature's numberless birds

But reflects in world's mirror the music of our heart's singing—

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