SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



** Go to ! shall I lay my black soul bare 



To a vain, self-righteous man ? 

 In my sin, in my sorrow, you may not share, 

 And yet, could I meet with one who must bear 



The load of an equal ban. 

 With him I might strive to blend one prayer. 



The wail of the Publican." 



** My son, I, too, am a wither'd bough, 



My place is to others given ; 

 Thou hast sinn'd, thou sayest; I ask not how, 

 For I, too, have sinn'd, even as thou, 



And I, too, have feebly striven. 

 And with thee I must bow, crying, ' Shrive 

 us now ! 



Our Father which art in heaven ! ' " 



