But finds no port or rest.

Day after day the far white sails

Come up and glimmer and die,

And night by night the twinkling lights

Crawl down the distant sky.

Day after day her black hull lifts

And sinks with the swell's long roll,

And the white birds cling to her rotting shrouds

Like prayers of a stricken soul,

But ever the death-ship keeps her track

While the ships of men sail on,

For God is her skipper and helmsman, too,

And knoweth her port alone.

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ZOROASTER.

I.

The light of a new day was on his brow,

The faith of a great dawn was on his tongue;

Out of the dark he raised his voice and sung

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