 | Gathered poems of Ernest Myers |  |
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FOLKESTONE CLIFF
“Let there be Sea,” God said, and there was Sea;
And in the midst thereof an Island set,
Wherein the roving strength of nations met,
And reared a rugged fortress of the free.
“Take back thy Sea,” men say, if men they be
Who thus their fathers' perilous years forget,
Nor reck the gathering thunder-cloud, which yet
Looms large from many an envious tyranny.
And in the midst thereof an Island set,
Wherein the roving strength of nations met,
And reared a rugged fortress of the free.
“Take back thy Sea,” men say, if men they be
Who thus their fathers' perilous years forget,
Nor reck the gathering thunder-cloud, which yet
Looms large from many an envious tyranny.
Gropers for gold, come forth! Let be awhile
The stifling dark of your disloyal mine:
Here where no feverish fumes the sense beguile,
Where reinless waves race by in endless line,
Here stand! Behind you lies the guarded Isle,
And on your brows beats free the guardian brine.
The stifling dark of your disloyal mine:
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Where reinless waves race by in endless line,
Here stand! Behind you lies the guarded Isle,
And on your brows beats free the guardian brine.
1883.
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