Puts our dropping tears to shame.

When we see it clear the river,

Bluestone river, in the rain.

And there’s the little homestead

Just across the running stream,

It beckons from the mountain

Like a kind hand in a dream.{45}

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A soft, mellow light is breaking

From each golden window pane,

And it shines down on the river,

Bluestone river, in the rain.

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Sea Hunger

I’VE languished under many moons

I

And loved them all. Ah me!

But now my heart is filled too full

Of hunger for the sea.

When thinking of the white gulls

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