The
sea of faces it is broad and deep,
And mysteries lie below;
It
is broad and deep with a mighty sweep,
And powerful ebb and flow.
The
sea of faces is calm and safe
When the winds of fate are still,
But
it’s rough and wild and unreconciled
When the mariner means ill.
The
sea of faces is fine to see
When the sun of joy shines down;
Then
the waves they dance like a maiden’s glance,
And a calm pervades the town.
But
the sea of faces, when wrought to wrath,
Is a thing of the blackest form;
And
the wrath of God was never so broad
As the sea of faces in storm.
The
sea of faces, a wondrous sight!
Swaying and swirling the day;
With
its ebb and flow, and the ships that go
Seaward and far away!
God
keep the sea of faces at calm,
Forever placid and mild;
For
there’s dangers deep in the foamy sweep,
When the sea of faces runs wild!
June 3, 1910
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