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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By IX Poems (1840). I. At Llyncwmstraethy

Caroline Clive (1801–1873)

AS one, whose country is distraught with war,

Where each must guard his own with watchful hand,

Roams at the evening hour along the shore,

And fain would seek beyond a calmer land;

So I, perplexed on life’s tumultuous way,

Where evil pow’rs too oft my soul enslave,

Along thy ocean, Death, all pensive stray,

And think of shores thy further billows lave.

And glad were I to hear the boatman’s cry,

Which to his shadowy bark my steps should call,

To woe and weakness heave my latest sigh,

And cease to combat where so oft I fall.

Or happier, where some victory cheer’d my breast,

That hour to quit the anxious field would choose

And seek th’ eternal seal on virtue’s rest,

Oft won, oft lost, and oh, too dear to lose!