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Poetry: The Divine Workman

The late Andrew Borland

How soft the thoughtless tread on unspoiled sand
Where wintry seas for months have roared and rushed,
The melancholy music never hushed,
Of waves that fret against the beetling land!
Sea-sculptured monuments, how rare they stand
Where winds to smoothness have their bases brushed
By silent touch! Unsought a prayer gushed
From head and heart to Him whose hidden hand
Such wondrous marvels wrought. "O Thou whose power
Puts music in the voiceless sea, and makes
The winds like workmen do Thy sovereign will,
Breathe in my soul a song that thankful breaks
In worship at Thy throne; in me fulfil
Thy purposes of grace from hour to hour".

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