Listen! a hurdy-gurdy plays— Now alien melodies: She smiles, she cannot quite forget The mother over-seas.
But she no less is mine alone, Mine, mine!... Who may I be? Have I betrayed her from her home? I am called Liberty!
THE OFF-SHORE WIND
The skies are sown with stars tonight, The sea is sown with light, The hollows of the heaving floor Gleam deep with light once more, The racing ebb-tide flashes past And seeks the vacant vast, A wind steals from a world asleep And walks the restless deep.
It walks the deep in ecstasy, It lives! and loves to free Its spirit to the silent night, And breathes deep in delight; Above the sea that knows no coast, Beneath the starry host, The wind walks like the souls of men Who walk with God again.
The souls of men who walk with God! With faith's firm sandals shod, A lambent passion, body-free, Fain for eternity! O spirit born of human sighs, Set loose 'twixt sea and skies, Be thou an Angel of mankind, Thou night-unfettered wind!
Bear thou the dreams of weary earth, Bear thou Tomorrow's birth, Take all our longings up to Him Until His stars grow dim; A moving anchorage of prayer, Thou cool and healing air, Heading off-shore till shoreless dawn Breaks fair and night is gone.
Samuel McCoy
"THE HILL-FLOWERS" "I will lift up mine eyes to the hills."