Thou, mother of brave men, of nations! Thou, The white-brow'd Queen of bold white-bearded Sea! Thou wert of old ever the same asnow, So strong, so weak, so tame, so fierce, so bound, so free, A contradiction and a mystery; Serene, yet passionate, in ways thine own. Thy brave ships wind and weave earth's destiny. The zones of earth, aye, thou hast set and sown All seas in bed of blossom'd sail, as some great garden blown. |