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THE TIDE by FREDERIC FAIRCHILD SHERMAN

First Line: HIGH IN THE QUIET HEAVEN OF MY HEART
Last Line: AND BREAKS IN WHISPERED MUSIC ON MY MIND.

High in the quiet heaven of my heart
The thought of her shines like a moon above,
And I can feel in every conscious part
The joyous lifting of the tide of love.

As when the waters of the summer sea
Run in untroubled by the restless wind,
This flood comes home at even, silently,
And breaks in whispered music on my mind.



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