SONGS OF THE TRAWLERS.

Sun (Christchurch), Volume III, Issue 896, 23 December 1916, Page 8

SONGS OF THE TRAWLERS.

V.—WIRELESS. Now, to those who search the deep—"Gleam of Hope" and "Kindly Light"— Once, before you turn to sleep. Breathe a message through the night. Never doubt that they'll receive it. Send it, once, and you'll believe it. Wrecks that burn against the stars, Decks where death is wallowing green, Snare the breath among their spars, Hear the quivering wires between. Quick, through all the storms that blind them, Quick with the worlds that rush to fiud them. Think you, these aerial wires Whisper more than spirits may ? Think you that our strong desires Touch no distance when we pray? Think you that no wings are flying Twist "the living and the dyiug? Inland, here. i:pon your knees You shall breathe, from urgent lips Round the ships that guard your seas Fleet on fleet of angel ships; Yea, the guarded may so bless them That no terrors can distress them. You shall guide the darkling prow, Kneeling -thus—and far inland. You shall touch the storm-beat brow Gentlv as a spirit hand. Even a blindfold prayer may speed them; And a little child may lead them. - Alfred Xoyes. in the "Chronicle."