Song-Surf Part 15

LAST SIGHT OF LAND

The clouds in woe hang far and dim: I look again, and lo, Only a faint and shadow line Of sh.o.r.e--I watch it go.

The gulls have left the s.h.i.+p and wheel Back to the cliff's gray wraith.

Will it be so of all our thoughts When we set sail on Death?

And what will the last sight be of life As lone we fare and fast?

Grief and the face we love in mist-- Then night and awe too vast?

Or the dear light of Hope--like that, Oh, see, from the lost sh.o.r.e Kindling and calling "Onward, you Shall reach the Evermore!"

SILENCE

Silence is song unheard, Is beauty never born, Is light forgotten--left unstirred Upon Creation's morn.

THE END