Aelfrida
Tillyard .
*FOR
MY
MOTHER 'S
JOURNEY.
SHALL
not
see
your ship
put out
to
sea
,
1
Nor
stand
to
watch
its
smoke
grow
less
and less
,
Nor
long
,
in
some half
-
choking words
,
to
bless
,
And
say
“
Let winds
and waves all kindly
be
."
But
oh,
when
you
leave
England
on
your
lea,
Know
there
are tears
'
tis
folly
to
repress
,
And
there
's
a
kind
of
sudden
loneliness
That
comes
to
those
who
watch
the
coast
-
line
flee
.
But
I
was born
to
see
my
ships
set
sail
,
And
sit
at
home
and shiver
in
the gale
.
And
I
was
born
to
see
my
loved
ones
go,
And
set my hopes
a-
sail
through
mist
and
rain
,
Knowing
that love
,
which
burns
at
parting
so,
Shall
be
a
light
to
draw
them
home again
.
*
THE
PRAYER
.
A
S
when
the lone
sea
calls
With
swift
strong
voices
of
the
ebbing
tide
,
And
the river
,
deep between
its
borders
,
Goes
hurrying
down
to
the
remorseless
sea
So
flowed my
life
away
.
And the sea
lay
Grey
as
the
wings
of
God
's
death
-
angel are
,
Certain
as
time
,
and
than
despair more
still
;
While
I,
adown
th'
enchanted
drowsy
stream
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