The poetical works of Robert Stephen Hawker Edited from the original manuscripts and annotated copies together with a prefatory notice and bibliography by Alfred Wallis |
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MIRIAM: STAR OF THE SEA.
I am the Sea, that, treacherous, swells for ever,
And ebbs and flows with one unceasing stream!
Thou art the Star, whose radiance faileth never,
Calm o'er the billows waves its faithful beam!
And ebbs and flows with one unceasing stream!
Thou art the Star, whose radiance faileth never,
Calm o'er the billows waves its faithful beam!
I am the Sea! whose restless surges tremble,
Moved to and fro by every sigh of night;
Thou art the Star! thy shining eyes resemble
The orb that 'mid the storms is hushed and bright!
Moved to and fro by every sigh of night;
Thou art the Star! thy shining eyes resemble
The orb that 'mid the storms is hushed and bright!
My Morning Star! the shades of sorrow banish;
Kindle me hope and bravery in my soul;
Let care's dark shadows from my spirit vanish,
As mountain-clouds before the Orient roll!
Kindle me hope and bravery in my soul;
Let care's dark shadows from my spirit vanish,
As mountain-clouds before the Orient roll!
My Star of Eve! let thy sweet presence often
Shed on this heart of mine its soothing ray!
Yea, in the War of Death thy light shall soften
The last stern foeman, and his battle-day!
Shed on this heart of mine its soothing ray!
Yea, in the War of Death thy light shall soften
The last stern foeman, and his battle-day!
Fear's idle dream, and Hope's all-shadowy pleasure—
Sorrow and joy, that vain and idle be—
The deep hath swallowed up the golden treasure:
Soothe thou the tempest, and subdue the sea!
Sorrow and joy, that vain and idle be—
The deep hath swallowed up the golden treasure:
Soothe thou the tempest, and subdue the sea!
Wave after wave rolls on in ceaseless billow;
Age cannot tame th' unconquerable tide!
Yon visible surge is but the stately pillow
Where the wild storms of ancient waters died!
Age cannot tame th' unconquerable tide!
Yon visible surge is but the stately pillow
Where the wild storms of ancient waters died!
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Thou Star of Peace! glory and gladness blending,
Here as we lowly kneel, look love on high;
Hail, blessèd orb! alive with light, descending,
A lamp to lead us to our native sky!
Here as we lowly kneel, look love on high;
Hail, blessèd orb! alive with light, descending,
A lamp to lead us to our native sky!
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