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Outre Mer

4/18/1841-8/1/1882


I see, as one in dreaming,
         A broad, bright, quiet sea;
Beyond it lies a haven --
         The only home for me.
Some men grow strong with trouble,
         But all my strength is past,
And tired and full of sorrow,
         I long to sleep at last.
By force of chance and changes
         Man's life is hard at best;
And, seeing rest is voiceless,
         The dearest thing is rest.

Beyond the sea -- behold it,
         The home I wish to seek,
The refuge of the weary,
         The solace of the weak!
Sweet angel fingers beckon,
         Sweet angel voices ask
My soul to cross the waters;
         And yet I dread the task.
God help the man whose trials
         Are tares that he must reap!
He cannot face the future --
         His only hope is sleep.

Across the main a vision
         Of sunset coasts, and skies,
And widths of waters gleaming,
         Enchant my human eyes.
I, who have sinned and suffered,
         Have sought -- with tears have sought --
To rule my life with goodness,
         And shape it to my thought.
And yet there is no refuge
         To shield me from distress,
Except the realm of slumber
         And great forgetfulness.


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