Helpmates Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Helpmates



Says the Land, 'O sister Sea,
Had'st thou not borne the voyagers to me,
Vain were their visions grand,
And I, e'en now, perchance, a stranger-land:
So, thine the glory be!'


Says the Sea, 'Nay, brother Land;
Had'st thou not outward stretched the saving hand,
My bosom now had kept
The secret where the souls heroic slept;
'This in thy strength they stand!'

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