SEA SPRAY &' SMOKE DRIFT 



Courage, comrades, this is certain, 



All is for the best — 

 There are lights behind the curtain — 



Gentles, let us rest. 

 As the smoke-wrack veers to seaward. 



From the ''ancient clay," 

 With its moral drifting leeward, 



Ends the wanderer's lay. 



