John Bannister Tabb
Helpmates - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
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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