The Tide



I watch the tide come in from sea:
        Lord, is there any tide for me?
    So long, so long the sands were dry,
So long upon Life's shore I lay,
Feeling the waters ebb away,
    Like seaweed that is left to die!
The tide comes ion, it floods the sand:
Lord, is Thy coming near at hand?



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From Joy, and Other Poems, by Danske Dandridge. Second Edition. New York and London: G.P. Putnam's Sons - Knickerbocker Press, 1900.