Tides

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Portrait of Clinton Scollard Clinton Scollard,  From the Lips of the Sea

“ THE TIDES Through rush and reed The long, strong tides recede, Jostle and surge, And toss and urge, And foam and merge, Where lily roots shine bright like bronzen brede. "Haste! haste!" That is their cry; Back to the mother waste They fleet, they fly, Again to be embraced— Again to be a part Of that great heart! As set the tides, so we, After the stress and roar Along life's shore, Shall one day set toward the eternal sea!
A SEA ROVER The breakers dash, the breakers boom, Upon the beaches ceaselessly
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Source: Gutenberg

Winthrop Packard,  Literary Pilgrimages of a Naturalist

“ However still the day, you can hear the deep breathing of the tides, sighing as they sleep, and a mystical murmur running through the swish of the breakers, that is the song of the deep sea waves, riding steadily in shore, ruffled but in no wise impeded by the west winds that vainly press them in the contrary direction. ”
Source: Gutenberg

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