SEA SPRAY ^ SMOKE DRIFT 



See, he stoops, nay, shooting forward 



With the arrow's flight, 

 Swift and straight away to nor' ward 



Sails he out of sight. 

 Onward ! onward ! thus we travel, 



Comes the goal more nigh ? 

 Riddle we may not unravel, 



Who shall make reply ? 



Ha ! Friend Ephraim, saint or sinner, 



Tell me if you can — 

 Tho' we may not judge the inner 



By the outer man. 

 Yet by girth of broadcloth ample, 



And by cheeks that shine, 

 Surely you set no example 



In the fasting line — 



Could you, like yon bird, discov'ring 



Fate as close at hand, 

 As the kestrel o'er him hov'ring, 



Still, as he did, stand ? 

 Trusting grandly, singing gaily, 



Confident and calm. 



Not one false note in your daily 



Hymn or weekly psalm ? 

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