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A Day with the Sea Urehins.

 

 

Close o’er the page, my task is done,
Here I must lay aside my wand; _
Here we must part, who hand in hand,

Have sped from dawn to set of sun.

For I who wrote, and you who read,
Have met in spirit o’er the page;
I, knowing not your name or age,
Have held you with a golden thread.

 

And, though on earth I may not trace
Your features, One guides you and me,
Who by the tideless crystal sea,

Some day may bring us face to face.

But we must learn through toil and pain,
Dear children, aye, both you and I—
Both life and death’s great mystery,

Before with Him we live and reign.