Poem June 27, 1925 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

No Death Horizon

LILLIAN BARKER DURKEE

I stood on the sands one summer day,
And watched a white ship that sailed away
From sheltering shores within the bay,
Out to the great gray sea,
Proudly her flag to the breeze unfurling,
Cleaving the billows around her curling,
Speeding away from me.

Out there, where the ocean meets the skies, Out there, where an unknown mystery lies,
I followed her course with straining eyes
Into the distant blue;
Then, with a twinkle of silv'ry splendor,
Thrilling my heart with memories tender,
Faded my ship from view.

'T is thus mortal mind, in dumb dismay,
Sees loved ones pass from our narrow bay,
Like ships that go sailing far away,
Never to come again; Yet to the heart in its hopeless grieving,
Life proves that death is but false believing,
Never is man's amen.

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