MONTGOMERY
I send to youSongs of a Southern Isle,Isle like a flowerIn warm seas low lying:Songs to beguileSome wearisome hour,When Time’s tired of flying.Songs which were sungTo a rapt listener lying,In sweet lazy hours,Where wild-birds’ nests swing,And winds come a-sighingIn Nature’s own bowers.Songs which trees sing,By summer winds swayedInto rhythmical sound;Sweet soul-bells sungThrough the Ngaio’s green shade,Unto one on the ground.Songs from an IslandJust waking from sleepingIn history’s morning;Songs from a landWhere night shadows creepWhen your day is dawning.*****O songs, go your way,Over seas, over lands,Though friendless sometimes,Fear not, comes a dayWhen the world will clasp handsWith my wandering rhymes.Eleanor Elizabeth Montgomery.
I send to youSongs of a Southern Isle,Isle like a flowerIn warm seas low lying:Songs to beguileSome wearisome hour,When Time’s tired of flying.Songs which were sungTo a rapt listener lying,In sweet lazy hours,Where wild-birds’ nests swing,And winds come a-sighingIn Nature’s own bowers.Songs which trees sing,By summer winds swayedInto rhythmical sound;Sweet soul-bells sungThrough the Ngaio’s green shade,Unto one on the ground.Songs from an IslandJust waking from sleepingIn history’s morning;Songs from a landWhere night shadows creepWhen your day is dawning.*****O songs, go your way,Over seas, over lands,Though friendless sometimes,Fear not, comes a dayWhen the world will clasp handsWith my wandering rhymes.Eleanor Elizabeth Montgomery.
I send to youSongs of a Southern Isle,Isle like a flowerIn warm seas low lying:Songs to beguileSome wearisome hour,When Time’s tired of flying.
Songs which were sungTo a rapt listener lying,In sweet lazy hours,Where wild-birds’ nests swing,And winds come a-sighingIn Nature’s own bowers.
Songs which trees sing,By summer winds swayedInto rhythmical sound;Sweet soul-bells sungThrough the Ngaio’s green shade,Unto one on the ground.
Songs from an IslandJust waking from sleepingIn history’s morning;Songs from a landWhere night shadows creepWhen your day is dawning.
*****
O songs, go your way,Over seas, over lands,Though friendless sometimes,Fear not, comes a dayWhen the world will clasp handsWith my wandering rhymes.
Eleanor Elizabeth Montgomery.
Cooee!I send my voiceFar North to you,Rose of the water’s choice,Dear England true!Guardian angels three—Faith, Hope, and Charity—Welcome the strong sons freeBorn unto you.Cooee!Through flamegirt foamSpeeds now my soulStraight to thy hero home.Blue waters rollRound where Immortals trod—Shakespeare—half man, half God—Laughed, with divining rod,Sounding the soul.Thou shining gem of sea!Angels on wing,Resting where men are free,Teach them to singSuch songs blind Milton heard,Coleridge and Wordsworth stirred,Keats’, and our own lost bird’sHaunting, sweet ring.Cooee!North, hear the songOn the South’s breath,Laurels to life belong;Cypress to death!Wreathe in song’s garland fair,Culled with a Nation’s care,My cypress leaf—a prayer,Warm with South’s breath!Eleanor Elizabeth Montgomery.
Cooee!I send my voiceFar North to you,Rose of the water’s choice,Dear England true!Guardian angels three—Faith, Hope, and Charity—Welcome the strong sons freeBorn unto you.Cooee!Through flamegirt foamSpeeds now my soulStraight to thy hero home.Blue waters rollRound where Immortals trod—Shakespeare—half man, half God—Laughed, with divining rod,Sounding the soul.Thou shining gem of sea!Angels on wing,Resting where men are free,Teach them to singSuch songs blind Milton heard,Coleridge and Wordsworth stirred,Keats’, and our own lost bird’sHaunting, sweet ring.Cooee!North, hear the songOn the South’s breath,Laurels to life belong;Cypress to death!Wreathe in song’s garland fair,Culled with a Nation’s care,My cypress leaf—a prayer,Warm with South’s breath!Eleanor Elizabeth Montgomery.
Cooee!I send my voiceFar North to you,Rose of the water’s choice,Dear England true!Guardian angels three—Faith, Hope, and Charity—Welcome the strong sons freeBorn unto you.
Cooee!Through flamegirt foamSpeeds now my soulStraight to thy hero home.Blue waters rollRound where Immortals trod—Shakespeare—half man, half God—Laughed, with divining rod,Sounding the soul.
Thou shining gem of sea!Angels on wing,Resting where men are free,Teach them to singSuch songs blind Milton heard,Coleridge and Wordsworth stirred,Keats’, and our own lost bird’sHaunting, sweet ring.
Cooee!North, hear the songOn the South’s breath,Laurels to life belong;Cypress to death!Wreathe in song’s garland fair,Culled with a Nation’s care,My cypress leaf—a prayer,Warm with South’s breath!
Eleanor Elizabeth Montgomery.