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mite her Dead, ere man's falsehood blight her, But though she die, we swerve not, Who cast not eye behind. Faith speaks when hope dissembles: Faith lives when hope lies dead: If death as life dissembles, And all that night assembles Of stars at dawn lie dead, Faint hope that smiles and trembles May tell not well for dread: But faith has heard it said. Now who will fight, and fly not, And grudge not life to give? And who will strike beside us, If life's or death's light guide us? For if we live, we die not, And if we die, we live. THE BALLAD OF DEAD MEN'S BAY The sea swings owre the slants of sand, All white with winds that drive; The sea swirls up to the still dim strand, Where nae man comes alive. At the grey soft edge of the fruitless surf A light flame sinks and springs; At the grey soft rim of the flowerless turf A low flame leaps and clings. What light is this on a sunless shore, What gleam on a starless sea? Was it earth's or hell's waste womb that bore Such births as should not be? As lithe snakes turning, as bright stars burning, They bicker and beckon and call; As wild waves churning, as wild winds yearning, They flicker and climb and fall. A soft strange cry from the landward rings-- "What ails the sea to shine?" A keen sweet note from the spray's rim springs-- "What fires are these of thine?" A soul am I that was born on earth For ae day's waesome span: Death bound me fast on the bourn of birth Ere I were christened man. "A light by night, I fleet and fare Till the day of wrath and woe; On the hems of earth and the skirts of air Winds hurl me to and fro." "O well is thee, though the weird be strange That bids thee flit and flee; For hope is child of the womb of change, And hope keeps watch with thee. "When the years are gone, and the time is come, God's grace may give thee grace; And thy soul may sing, though thy soul were dumb, And shine before God's face. "But I, that lighten and revel and roll With the foam of the plunging sea, No sign is mine of a breathing soul That God should pity me. "Nor death, nor hea
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