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��Helena Coleman

Out beyond the shimmering waves Of your blue, encircling sea, Lie in nameless, foreign graves They who kept your England free. When you watch the wheeling stars On soft, summer-scented nights, With no memory that mars, Only English sounds and sights, (Only infinite delights!), Pray that every British heart In the years that are to be, Play the honest British part, Holding life more reverently For the sacred lives they gave, And the deathless liberty They are dying now to save.

Little children, yet unborn, Take yours lives in holy trust, Yours the roses, theirs the thorn, Yours the sweetness, theirs the dust, That love keep you safe and warm, Bowed they to a bitter storm !

ROCKING IN THE BAY

ROM my nook beneath the pine I can see the graceful line

Of the little brown canoe in the bay; Bright and windy is the weather, But there s no one to untether

And go speeding to the open far away, Where the ragged clouds are flying And the sunset gold is dying Empty, listless, she is lying, Idly rocking, idly rocking

In the bay.

How she d leap to answer him When he took the paddle slim

And they d race as laughing victors to the fray!

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