The point of view (some talks and disputations) By Emily Lawless |
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TO X--- WHO REMEMBERS
In the clatter and clink of the years behind,
The good old years, so glad, so kind
When Hope was still a-growing,
How the sun shone as we plied the oar,
Danced on the billows, and danced on the shore,
For us all winds were blowing!
The good old years, so glad, so kind
When Hope was still a-growing,
How the sun shone as we plied the oar,
Danced on the billows, and danced on the shore,
For us all winds were blowing!
Broken and beaten, baffled and spent,
With splintered oars and cordage rent,
In the trough of the seas we lay,
Scarce a glimmer of light on wave or sky,
Or merely sufficient to curse and die,
So we drifted on day by day.
With splintered oars and cordage rent,
In the trough of the seas we lay,
Scarce a glimmer of light on wave or sky,
Or merely sufficient to curse and die,
So we drifted on day by day.
Now for good or ill the worst is past,
The voyage, God mend it! closing at last,
And though skies are sometimes scowling,
And hours long, still the years are short,
And the ships come sailing in to port,
No matter what winds are howling!
The voyage, God mend it! closing at last,
And though skies are sometimes scowling,
And hours long, still the years are short,
And the ships come sailing in to port,
No matter what winds are howling!
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