The sea is His: He made it.’
Enoch rose,
Cast his strong arms about his drooping wife,
And kiss’d his wonder-stricken little ones;
But for the third, the sickly one, who slept 230
After a night of feverous wakefulness,
When Annie would have raised him Enoch said
‘Wake him not; let him sleep; how should the child
Remember this?’ and kiss’d him in his cot.
But Annie from her baby’s forehead clipt 235