HALL
Sun-showered land! largess of golden lightIs thine; and well-befitting since the nightOf England voiced againCanute’s command; ah, not in vain!Backward the tides of savagery drew;And still the bright sands gainOn the retreating main:A lost world leaping to the light and blue.In state the mountains greet an eve so fair,And sunset-crowns and robes of purple wear:A sea of glass the ocean, gold-inwrought—Pathway apocalyptic. From the prowA long bright ripple to the land is roll’d....Haste thee and tell, tell of our love, with lips of gold,In soft sea-music tell!And thou, sweet bird, whose snowy wings have caughtThe universal glory, carry thouTo that dear shore farewell—our hearts’ farewell!Arthur Vine Hall.
Sun-showered land! largess of golden lightIs thine; and well-befitting since the nightOf England voiced againCanute’s command; ah, not in vain!Backward the tides of savagery drew;And still the bright sands gainOn the retreating main:A lost world leaping to the light and blue.In state the mountains greet an eve so fair,And sunset-crowns and robes of purple wear:A sea of glass the ocean, gold-inwrought—Pathway apocalyptic. From the prowA long bright ripple to the land is roll’d....Haste thee and tell, tell of our love, with lips of gold,In soft sea-music tell!And thou, sweet bird, whose snowy wings have caughtThe universal glory, carry thouTo that dear shore farewell—our hearts’ farewell!Arthur Vine Hall.
Sun-showered land! largess of golden lightIs thine; and well-befitting since the nightOf England voiced againCanute’s command; ah, not in vain!Backward the tides of savagery drew;And still the bright sands gainOn the retreating main:A lost world leaping to the light and blue.
In state the mountains greet an eve so fair,And sunset-crowns and robes of purple wear:A sea of glass the ocean, gold-inwrought—Pathway apocalyptic. From the prowA long bright ripple to the land is roll’d....Haste thee and tell, tell of our love, with lips of gold,In soft sea-music tell!And thou, sweet bird, whose snowy wings have caughtThe universal glory, carry thouTo that dear shore farewell—our hearts’ farewell!
Arthur Vine Hall.