OCR Text |
Show SEA GRAS3ES. ) Down soft, velvet sloping impeareld with ! the dew. t Toying with Wealth and her fushinniri?. new. j Ever we mutter, ; "'.raver are ye. J O stiff, briny grasses that drink of tho sea." Weary of softness, of gold and of gain. We catch a response from their station oC pain: "Lowly and lovely, j Blessed are we, ! Who stand In our lot by the brink of th sea." j "Sharp on your rocks ever beateth th i J foam: Tender, the turf in the dooryards of I home." " "Yea. but no murm'ring I Answereth three! J Kindly, our calm by thp infinite sea. i 1 "Inland, the blue bird his song doth tin- ; raise." "Better, to us, the surf-thunder of praise; ! Near the Eternal ( 'hosen to he, J Facing the tides of a limitless sea." "Bowed and brow-beaten, how may ya sustain j Daily the shocks of the pitiless main?" "Xoy. power hath pity; Love-solaced, we! Odors rise sweet from the infinite sea.'' "Silent uplifting ye surely must know. Bliss our best earth-love can never be. stow." ' . "Soul! thou are lonely Even as we! Come into the swell of the infinite sea!" Softly its voices thy spirit shall greet. j Treasure of sea-bloom come up to thy feet; Strength shall betide thee, J Sharp though it be, ! Thy priesthood of pain by the infinite sea." 1 I CAROLINE D. SWAN. i |