Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 35,573 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

The Time Is Come, The Time Is Come - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The time is come, the time is come
And in to port victorious our ship sails
The waters green have silenced their hoarse roar
The skies no longer frown by great Jove pacified
And by Phoebus’ golden mane full beautified:
Cast the oars! Cast the oars!
The haven is now found, the voyage stopped,
The guerdon got, the workman to his home
Now in full happiness to rest returns:
And the weary soldier to the welcome hearth
We sailors of the world to land return:
Cast the oars! Cast the oars!
The waters lap in coolness by the shade
Of the new-coming russet dusk
The night is still away.
Yon, yon the hill a welcome beacon burns
And there we’ll go to home and to the hearth
To a warm plate amidst the children’s leaps
And the soft night by crackling fires cheered.

We are arrived my friends, we are arrived.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 5, 2011

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