The keen salt smell of a drying net

That hung on the churchyard wall that day.

He would have taken a long, long grave—

A long, long grave, for he stood so tall....

Oh, God! the crash of a breaking wave,

And the smell of the nets on the churchyard wall!

Amelia Josephine Burr

“LESS THAN THE DUST”

Less than the dust, beneath thy Chariot wheel,

Less than the rust, that never stained thy Sword,