“And a stone wall about the basin set,
So the sea flow not in, and part us yet!
Santen, I trust you! Then, while they are beating
Their brows, and with remorse her name repeating,
There at the farm where her home used to be,
Far from the unrest of the upper sea,
“Down in the peaceful blue we will abide,
My oh so pretty, alway side by side;
And you shall tell me of your Maries over,
Over, until with shells the great storms cover.”
Here the crazed weaver on the corse him threw,
And from the church arose the psalm anew.
. . . . .
“So, when penitents heart-broken
Sue for pardon at your door,
Flood their souls with peace unspoken,
White flowers of our briny moor!”
The Gresham Press,
UNWIN BROTHERS,
CHILWORTH AND LONDON.
