On A Clean Book
ON A CLEAN BOOK
TO F. N.
Like sea-washed sand upon the shore,
So fine and clean the tale,
So clear and bright I almost see,
The flashing of a sail.
The tang of salt is in its veins,
The freshness of the spray
God give you love and lore and strength,
To give us such alway.
|This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.|