A Sea Song [poem by Marie E. J. Pitt]

[Editor: This poem by Marie E. J. Pitt was published in The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses (1911).]

A Sea Song.

O softer than Slumber and sweeter than Mirth
That is Sorrow’s half-brother,
Is thy call to the weary, the children of earth,
Sea Mother! Sea Mother!

The poor souls, the pent souls, the people that pine
Where the church bells are pealing;
O succour them, soothe them with largess divine
Of thine exquisite healing!

From the blinding white pathways that blistered their feet,
From the fear-folk beside them,
Close cradle them, Sea Mother, mother most sweet!
And hold them and hide them!

From the Barmecide boons of Life’s bitter-black wine,
From the storm-stress and smother,
Clasp them close in those soft arms, those strong arms of thine,
Sea Mother! Sea Mother!



Source:
Marie E. J. Pitt, The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses, Melbourne: Specialty Press, 1911, page 73

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