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hymn to the sea.
Wearing his thrice-earned martyr crown;
And all who silently let down
The rugged slopes whereon we toss apart
Some herald-beam of the All-Fair, some love-bought pain.
And all who silently let down
The rugged slopes whereon we toss apart
Some herald-beam of the All-Fair, some love-bought pain.
Yet milder beams wooing the folded sight,
Shed warmth far down in many a sunless nook:
Thank God, there are no eyes in which we look
But some heart's love doth lend them beauteous light!
Dreams that prefigure hopes, and hopes that take
Fresh courage from all life; from starlight bold
Sung softly in by whip-poor-wills,
And sunset's broad'ning sails o'er hills
Afar; and from the earth that grows not old,
Float lightly o'er our heads whether we sleep or wake.
Shed warmth far down in many a sunless nook:
Thank God, there are no eyes in which we look
But some heart's love doth lend them beauteous light!
Dreams that prefigure hopes, and hopes that take
Fresh courage from all life; from starlight bold
Sung softly in by whip-poor-wills,
And sunset's broad'ning sails o'er hills
Afar; and from the earth that grows not old,
Float lightly o'er our heads whether we sleep or wake.
Alas! to her high place thro' sea-deep tears,
Earth wins her long, slow, agonizing way!
Earth wins her long, slow, agonizing way!
