With the Wild Geese By Emily Lawless: With An Introduction by Stopford A. Brooke |
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Dedication
TO THE ATLANTIC |
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Dedication TO THE ATLANTIC
Spring stamps her signet on our wayward race,
Hers is the charm, hers the elusive grace,
Immortal, changeful, even as thy face,
King of our hearts.
Hers is the charm, hers the elusive grace,
Immortal, changeful, even as thy face,
King of our hearts.
A deeper glory fills the glad sunshine,
The distance mellows with a hue like wine;
Summer is queen, but Summer too is thine,
King of our hearts.
The distance mellows with a hue like wine;
Summer is queen, but Summer too is thine,
King of our hearts.
Now dimly purple pageants fill the eyes,
Far o'er the plain the mocking vapours rise,
Veiled in autumnal mists thy surface lies,
King of our hearts.
Far o'er the plain the mocking vapours rise,
Veiled in autumnal mists thy surface lies,
King of our hearts.
And still when cliff, when headland lie a-cold,
And the year's tale of glories is all told,
Still, still thou reignest, even as old,
King of our hearts.
And the year's tale of glories is all told,
Still, still thou reignest, even as old,
King of our hearts.
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