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 THE DYKES

have no heart for the fishing, we have no hand for the oar—

All that our fathers taught us of old pleases us now no more;

All that our own hearts bid us believe we doubt where we do not deny—

There is no proof in the bread we eat or rest in the toil we ply.

Look you, our foreshore stretches far through sea-gate, dyke, and groin—

Made land all, that our fathers made, where the flats and the fairway join.

They forced the sea a sea-league back. They died, and their work stood fast.

We were born to peace in the lee of the dykes, but the time of our peace is past.