Jeannette Augustus Marks,
Early English Hero Tales
“ And at once Cædmon began to sing in a strong voice, and very beautifully, the praise of God who made this world. And his song had all the [Pg 37] beat of sea waves in it—sometimes little waves that lapped gently on the shore and bore in beautiful shells and jeweled seaweed. But more often its rhythm was as mighty as ocean waves that tossed big ships.Then the wandering stranger, hearing the beauty of the song, vanished. Cædmon awoke from his sleep, and he remembered all that he had sung and the vision that had come to him. And he was glad. ”
