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A book of Bristol sonnets

By H. D. Rawnsley

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HOMEWARD BOUND.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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HOMEWARD BOUND.

MIDSUMMER.

Fling out your flag, and stow the weary sail;
The little steamer's consequential hand
Shall lead you gently; tie the hempen band,
And for the last time tell the mid-sea tale!
Well have ye fought with many a hungry gale,
And late are come unto the wished-for land!
Soon on the cliffs the wives and maids will stand,
With waving kerchiefs shall assure you hail!
Shout, for glad rocks will give you voice again,
As those far-welcoming kerchiefs lend you heart!
The woods shine gorgeous, fresh from summer rain,
The Blackbirds sing, above the Swallows dart!
Such be the guerdon of your long campaign,
The balm that heals the wounded seaman's smart.