We Remember
Our tiny isle is closely wrapped
In the broad mantle of the sea;
Our knotted shores are overlapped
By billows heaving endlessly.
Sometimes, when huge storm-breakers, capped
With foaming curling crests, rear high
And menacing about us – chapped
By wild squalls from a lowering sky –
We wish it were dry land instead!.
Then we recall, when all is calm once more –
And evening’s dusky cheeks blush sea-shell red
As languid wavelets gently kiss the shore –
This moody sea has been our lifeline and our stay;
Without its changeful presence we had passed away.
