John Banister Tabb




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!


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston