John Banister Tabb

1845-1909

 

Helpmates

by John Banister Tabb

Says the Land, "O sister Sea,
Had'st thou not borne the voyagers to me,
Vain were their visions grand,
And I, e'en now, perchance, a stranger-land:
So, thine the glory be!"

Says the Sea, Nay, brother Land;
Had'st thou not outward stretched the saving hand,
My bosom now had kept
The secret where the souls heroic slept;
'Tis in thy strength they stand!

Source:

Poems
Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
 
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