O wish that`s vainer than the plash Of these wave-whimsies on the shore: "Give us a pearl to fill the gash — God, let our dead friend live once more!" O wish that`s stronger than the stroke Of yelling wave and snapping levin; "God, lift us o`er the Last Day`s smoke, All white, to Thee and her in Heaven!" O wish that`s swifter than the race Of wave and wind in sea and sky; Let`s take the grave-cloth from her face And fall in the grave, and kiss, and die! Look! High above a glittering calm Of sea and sky and kingly sun, She shines and smiles, and waves a palm — And now we wish — Thy will be done!SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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