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I stood upon our western shore
And heard the ocean’s billows roar,
And saw them toss and tumble o’er
Each other in their glee;
And fret and foam and froth and dash,
Right on, and on, as if they’d smash
The rugged rocks, and play and splash–
These children of the sea!

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by William Wendell Riley

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