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<h3> NUNC DIMITTIS </h3>
<p class="poem">
Highlands of Navesink,<br/>
By the blue ocean's brink,<br/>
Let your gray bases drink<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Deep of the sea.</SPAN><br/>
Tide that comes flooding up,<br/>
Fill me a stirrup cup,<br/>
Pledge me a parting sup,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Now I go free.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Wall of the Palisades,<br/>
I know where greener glades,<br/>
Deeper glens, darker shades,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Hemlock and pine,</SPAN><br/>
Far toward the morning lie<br/>
Under a bluer sky,<br/>
Lifted by cliffs as high,<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Haunts that are mine.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Marshes of Hackensack,<br/>
See, I am going back<br/>
Where the Quinnipiac<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Winds to the bay,</SPAN><br/>
Down its long meadow track,<br/>
Piled with the myriad stack,<br/>
Where in wide bivouac<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Camps the salt hay.</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Spire of old Trinity,<br/>
Never again to be<br/>
Sea-mark and goal to me<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">As I walk down;</SPAN><br/>
Chimes on the upper air,<br/>
Calling in vain to prayer,<br/>
Squandering your music where<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Roars the black town:</SPAN><br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Bless me once ere I ride<br/>
Off to God's countryside,<br/>
Where in the treetops hide<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Belfry and bell;</SPAN><br/>
Tongue of the steeple towers,<br/>
Telling the slow-paced hours—<br/>
Hail, thou still town of ours—<br/>
<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Bedlam, farewell!</SPAN><br/></p>
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