Ochil Idylls and Other Poems by Hugh Haliburton [i.e. J. L. Robertson] |
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III.—Freedom on the Sea.
O Thou that madest Scotland, haugh and hill,
Sharp-cleaving craig and river-channell'd lea,
Moor, marsh, and loch, my heart-warm thanks to Thee
Grateful and glad I pay, and ever will.
But there are gifts of Thine, more valued still,
Which to all men Thou gavest ever free:
Three will I mention—mind, and sun, and sea,
Which force has never fenced, nor fraud, nor skill!
Sharp-cleaving craig and river-channell'd lea,
Moor, marsh, and loch, my heart-warm thanks to Thee
Grateful and glad I pay, and ever will.
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Which to all men Thou gavest ever free:
Three will I mention—mind, and sun, and sea,
Which force has never fenced, nor fraud, nor skill!
No castle holds the Mind; no cage the Sun;
And Ocean frolics in primeval pride,—
Servant of all, he will be slave to none,
Nor own control throughout his empire wide,
But free of foot his little waves shall run,
And unrestrain'd shall roll his giant tide.
And Ocean frolics in primeval pride,—
Servant of all, he will be slave to none,
Nor own control throughout his empire wide,
But free of foot his little waves shall run,
And unrestrain'd shall roll his giant tide.
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