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THE UNKNOWN DEEPS
THERE ARE DEEPS WE CANNOT FATHOM,
IN THE BLUE SUN-LIGHTED SEA;
THOUGH WE MARK EACH SURFACE RIPPLE,
ALL BENEATH IS MYSTERY.
THUS THE SOUL MAY SEEM AS TRANQUIL
AS A SEA WITHOUT A WAVE.
WHILE THERE ARE TO THEE UNOPENED
DEEPS AS SECRET AS THE GRAVE.
CAST INTO THE SEA A PEBBLE.
CAST INTO THE HEART A WORD;
IT IS ALL ALIKE;-THOU CAN'ST NOT
KNOW WHAT MIGHTY DEEPS ARE STIRR'D.
JANE FOWLER JONES.
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