New days,
New ways:
Pass by!
Love stays.
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Children of the elemental mother,
Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper,Where the crested billows plunge and roar;Long-winged, tireless roamers and adventurers,Fearless breasters of the wind and sea,In the far-off solitary placesI have seen you floating wild and free!Here the high-built cities rise around you;Here the cliffs that tower east and west,Honeycombed with human habitations,Have no hiding for the sea-bird’s…
Home, for my heart still calls me;
Home, whatever befalls me,I will sail again to my own!Wolves of the sea are hidingClosely along the way,Under the water bidingTheir moment to rend and slay.Black is the eagle that brands them,Black are their hearts as the night,Black is the hate that sends themTo murder but not to fight.Flower of the German Culture,Boast of the…
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Among the earliest saints of old, before the first Hegira,I find the one whose name we hold, St. Nicholas of Myra:The best-beloved name, I guess, in sacred nomenclature,—The patron-saint of helpfulness, and friendship, and good-nature.A bishop and a preacher too, a famous theologian,He stood against the Arian crew and fought them like a Trojan:But when…
Let me but do my work from day to day,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;Let me but find it in my heart to say,When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,‘This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;‘Of all who live, I am the one by whom‘This work can best be done in the right way.’Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,To…
The glory of ships is an old, old song,
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I envy every flower that blows
And every bird that sings to her,And every breeze that brings to herThe fragrance of the rose.I envy every poet’s rhymeThat moves her heart at eventime,And every tree that wears for herIts brightest bloom, and bears for herThe fruitage of its prime.I envy every Southern nightThat paves her path with moonbeams white,And silvers all the…