THE LAST PORT.

NZ Truth, Issue 76, 1 December 1906, Page 8

THE LAST PORT.

■• ■.■-■;' ; — r - : -* '■ — Where the "long foam-crested billows tumble wildly to the shore, And the snowy gulls are swinging to the sky, Where the surf comes seething madly, like a cannon's stiHen roar, And the spray against the .cliffs goes •;^:-.. , ; ,. „..■. ;.- -..,.y^ s There; l'd have you .make my harbor m 'the "flinty | .ihinirig sands, You must dig it carefully and dig it deep, : For 'tis, there that I can listen to the sirens when they sing, And they'll .lull me, like a mother, soft to sleep. [ By t'hp reaching waste . of waters I shall, lie contentedly, With the murmur of a, chantey on . mv lips, . And I'll tear their hiss and- swirling and the bellbuoy's doleful noteAs it warns the men who sail the seas m ships. ' Make mvcoC'n snug and Cozy, you will find some weathered teak* On the clipper settling yonder m the ' ' sands. ■ _■ ' ■■/■■■•- ;;-■•.•■ ■.;>.■.;. : ; It will seem-so much like -home and I shall rest so peacefully, - • The, while I dream of i sunny tropic y lands. ■"..-•■ . I shall lie so still and listen to the. < .'melodies that come On the salty winds that blow from ■•> , out .the. sea, .• . . : V; 'And.l 'll never mind : its anger nor its . fret— l'll . be .as -safe .. ■ In -my. little narrow cabin as can be. In my fancy. l shall listen to the rat- .•. tiing.. of the blocks, -■-. And the flapping of. the sails as they're unfurled, . -, • • As we. sail, the, dipper yonder and. myself, to some far port Lyinsc sun-kissed m an oriental world.- _ . .-.-' . The voyage will be long,' put we shall always be m triiuy . :' , And the weather will, be' ever fair < and bright ;• - '•' . : v We shall stop where ports are . friendh* and a cargo's always sure— And we'll holystone our decks a ghostly white \ ■ ' : ; ■When my harbor^ been made; '.rfeady! ■ , run tHe bid flag, half Way'; up. . T6 the clipper's slanting peak where, floating free, The world may know we've started on our voyage, homeward bound, For that Port beyond the skies and mighty sea. ' ' WILL F*? GRIFFIN.