Salt Lake Telegram | 1921-12-02 | Page 11 | The Primal Glamor

t The Primal i I By BERTON BRALEY I There Is a a. little lake I know A lake of ot azure cool and clear clea Where slim sUm canoes slip to and fro tro I With rippling music sweet s to hear At night the silver moonlight gleams 4 A On wavelets crinkling over sand It is a spot of oC drowsy dreams But somehow blown across the land From far tar far tar off ott there comes to me The great green magic of ot the sea Mountains with peaks of ot dazzling white That re rear r themselves against the sky Wake in my heart a brave delight Forests of oC pine trees towering to high Stir me roe wIt with wonder and with awe And desert stretches hold a thrall w- w Of Ot color barbarous and raw But th theres there's res re's a spell beyond them all all A lure of ot space and mystery The great green magic of or U the e sea seal The sea the cruel tender sea Eternal yet forever strange Restless and turbulent and free tree With mighty moods that shift shirt and change From rage to calm from love to hate The sea that surges round the world Calling to high empires and great Where here long waves roar and tides are swirled Oh that man may not flee flee Iee- I The great green magic of ot the sea Copyright 1921 N. N N E. E A A. Service L.