Outre Mer

I see, as one in dreaming,
  A broad, bright, quiet sea;
Beyond it lies a haven --
  The only home for me.
Some men grow strong with trouble,
  But all my strength is past,
And tired and full of sorrow,
  I long to sleep at last.
By force of chance and changes
  Man's life is hard at best;
And, seeing rest is voiceless,
  The dearest thing is rest.

Beyond the sea -- behold it,
  The home I wish to seek,
The refuge of the weary,
  The solace of the weak!
Sweet angel fingers beckon,
  Sweet angel voices ask
My soul to cross the waters;
  And yet I dread the task.
God help the man whose trials
  Are tares that he must reap!
He cannot face the future --
  His only hope is sleep.

Across the main a vision
  Of sunset coasts, and skies,
And widths of waters gleaming,
  Enchant my human eyes.
I, who have sinned and suffered,
  Have sought -- with tears have sought --
To rule my life with goodness,
  And shape it to my thought.
And yet there is no refuge
  To shield me from distress,
Except the realm of slumber
  And great forgetfulness.

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Henry Kendall

Thomas Henry Kendall was a nineteenth-century Australian author and bush poet, who was particularly known for his poems and tales set in a natural environment setting. more…

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