Buoyant like the waves our spirits,
Borne eastward by the foaming brine,
Till the band in lazy ripples,
Set drifting shoreward “Auld Lang Syne.”
Smile for smile, amid tear for tear,
Lavished in love that fateful day,
While frothing billows furtively,
Tossed high their caps in mirthful play.
A frown soon crost the gleaming sky,
Darker and graver it became,
Glow’ring wrath then fell from on high,
Her anger struck our ship aflame.
A host of patient suppliants,
With penitence each heart did burn,
Crash! one seething surge broke o’er us,
Rending asunder bow from stern.
Does God still live where torment dwells,
Thou branded spectre of the night,
I challenge Peace, if Peace be God,
To throttle Hell, who seemeth might.
DREAMING
Mid each glimmer of sunlight,
On the early morning dew,
Refreshing thots came trooping,
Old-time memories and you.
I could hear thy footsteps falling,
Doubt in sleep all cast asunder,
Dreaming of thee, ever dreaming,
Lost in love I ceased to wonder.
’Twas the bluebird’s lyric note,
Welcomed me to light of day,
With thy kiss upon my lips,
Wrapt in ecstasy I lay.