SEA HARVESTS
They are bringing home the hay From the marshes on the bay. The green wet marshes where the salt tides run; , Loads of seaweed, dank and.btom. They are bringing through the town. And the boat sails are glancing in the sun.
Never plough has turned the plain Of the vast and rolling main; Neptune's gardens bloom with none to And the myriad tribes that creep, Dive and wallow in the deep, Range unherded at their own wild will.
Yet exhaustless riches flow From the salty tracks below, Where the blanched groves and budding corals be; Hourly as the breakers roll, Every nation takes its toll From the blind, teeming pastures of the sea.
Aye, and Fancy by whose grace Labour keeps a morning faceShe too hovers where the sea birds call, Ard from some mysterious cave, Far beneath the blue, blue wave, Brings back the rarest harvest of them all.
DORA READ GOODALL, In "Youth's Companion."
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Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 259, 9 November 1901, Page 1 (Supplement)
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