SEA GULLS
(BILOXI)
THREE gulls flying in over the gulf,
Gray, as the waters are gray,
On their out-spread wings the glancing light,
On their breasts the up-tossed spray.
Gray, as the waters are gray,
On their out-spread wings the glancing light,
On their breasts the up-tossed spray.
Out of the foam-white reaches they come
Heading straight into the shore,
Weary with glorious circles of flight
Where the wind-born billows roar.
Heading straight into the shore,
Weary with glorious circles of flight
Where the wind-born billows roar.
And two in the lead fly wing-and-wing,
With the joy of living elate,
But the one that lags so far behind—
It has lost its life long mate.
With the joy of living elate,
But the one that lags so far behind—
It has lost its life long mate.
And to gull of the sea or man of the shore
Who the joy of loving has known
The way is long and the way is dark
When it's traveled alone, alone.
Who the joy of loving has known
The way is long and the way is dark
When it's traveled alone, alone.
PILGRIM THOUGHTS
WE sit always at the fork of the road
Where the thoughts of the world go by,
Seeking their goals in the hearts of men
To sully or purify.
Where the thoughts of the world go by,
Seeking their goals in the hearts of men
To sully or purify.
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