On and on,
O white brother!
Thunder does not daunt thee!
How thou movest!
By thine impulse
With no wing!
Fairest thing
The wide sea shows me!
On and on
O white brother!
Art thou gone!
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by Patience Worth
From the depths of a garden,
Where scents of heliotrope linger,
And little golden-dusted blossoms nod,
Where the shadows write
Their merriment upon the flags,