FROM E. KYLAEF.
BILLOWS.
Rushing on, rushing on, speed the billows uproarious,Breathing hard o’er the depths of the sea;They roll and they rage, full of majesty glorious,In broad ridges, boundless and free—Speeding on to the shore where the tall cliffs are gleaming,Glancing down o’er the deep of the blue;So my thoughts from afar, whether waking or dreaming,Stream ever, dear country, to you.
Rushing on, rushing on, speed the billows uproarious,Breathing hard o’er the depths of the sea;They roll and they rage, full of majesty glorious,In broad ridges, boundless and free—Speeding on to the shore where the tall cliffs are gleaming,Glancing down o’er the deep of the blue;So my thoughts from afar, whether waking or dreaming,Stream ever, dear country, to you.
Rushing on, rushing on, speed the billows uproarious,Breathing hard o’er the depths of the sea;They roll and they rage, full of majesty glorious,In broad ridges, boundless and free—Speeding on to the shore where the tall cliffs are gleaming,Glancing down o’er the deep of the blue;So my thoughts from afar, whether waking or dreaming,Stream ever, dear country, to you.
Rushing on, rushing on, speed the billows uproarious,
Breathing hard o’er the depths of the sea;
They roll and they rage, full of majesty glorious,
In broad ridges, boundless and free—
Speeding on to the shore where the tall cliffs are gleaming,
Glancing down o’er the deep of the blue;
So my thoughts from afar, whether waking or dreaming,
Stream ever, dear country, to you.