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Samuel Longfellow (search for this): chapter 38
Poems from Thalatta. [The two poems which follow are from a volume called Thalatta; a book for the sea-side, edited by my friend Samuel Longfellow and myself in 1853.] I. Calm. 'T is a dull, sullen day,--the dull beach o'er In rippling curves the ebbing ocean flows; Along each tiny crest that nears the shore A line of soft green shadow rises, glides, and goes. The tide recedes,--the flat smooth beach grows bare, More faint the low sweet plashing on my ears, Yet still I watch the dimpling shadows fair, As each is born, glides, pauses, disappears. What channel needs our faith except the eyes? God leaves no spot of earth unglorified; Profuse and wasteful, lovelinesses rise; New beauties dawn before the old have died. Trust thou thy joys in keeping of the Power Who holds these faint soft shadows in His hand; Believe and live, and know that hour by hour Will ripple newer beauty to thy strand. II. the morning mist. The mist that like a dim soft pall was lying, Mingling the
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Poems from Thalatta. [The two poems which follow are from a volume called Thalatta; a book for the sea-side, edited by my friend Samuel Longfellow and myself in 1853.] I. Calm. 'T is a dull, sullen day,--the dull beach o'er In rippling curves the ebbing ocean flows; Along each tiny crest that nears the shore A line of soft green shadow rises, glides, and goes. The tide recedes,--the flat smooth beach grows bare, More faint the low sweet plashing on my ears, Yet still I watch the dimpling shadows fair, As each is born, glides, pauses, disappears. What channel needs our faith except the eyes? God leaves no spot of earth unglorified; Profuse and wasteful, lovelinesses rise; New beauties dawn before the old have died. Trust thou thy joys in keeping of the Power Who holds these faint soft shadows in His hand; Believe and live, and know that hour by hour Will ripple newer beauty to thy strand. II. the morning mist. The mist that like a dim soft pall was lying, Mingling the