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Henry Kendall - Outre Mer
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I see, as one in dreaming, 
A broad, bright, quiet sea; 
Beyond it lies a haven — 
The only home for me. 
Some men grow strong with trouble, 
But all my strength is past, 
And tired and full of sorrow, 
I long to sleep at last. 
By force of chance and changes 
Man`s life is hard at best; 
And, seeing rest is voiceless, 
The dearest thing is rest. 


Beyond the sea — behold it, 
The home I wish to seek, 
The refuge of the weary, 
The solace of the weak! 
Sweet angel fingers beckon, 
Sweet angel voices ask 
My soul to cross the waters; 
And yet I dread the task. 
God help the man whose trials 
Are tares that he must reap! 
He cannot face the future — 
His only hope is sleep. 


Across the main a vision 
Of sunset coasts, and skies, 
And widths of waters gleaming, 
Enchant my human eyes. 
I, who have sinned and suffered, 
Have sought — with tears have sought — 
To rule my life with goodness, 
And shape it to my thought. 
And yet there is no refuge 
To shield me from distress, 
Except the realm of slumber 
And great forgetfulness.
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