The which compels the great oceans to arise and 

 Tides. f u ow the mysterious bidding of the moon. 

 It is wonderful that the moon travels along 

 the equator at the rate of a thousand miles an 

 hour : but more wonderful that these loose, 

 formless, blind and insensate waters should 

 awake at the touch of that pale hand, should 

 move to it and follow it as the flocks of the 

 hills to the voice of the shepherd. 



Flow and ebb, ebb and flow ... it is the 

 utterance of the divine law, the eternal word 

 of Order. It is life itself. What life is there, 

 from the phosphorescent atom in the running 

 wave to the enfranchised soul stepping west- 

 ward beyond the twilights of time, that is not 

 subject to this ineffable rhythmic law. The 

 tides of the world, the tides of life : the grey 

 sap, the red blood, the secret dews, the tame- 

 less seas, birth and death, the noons and 

 midnights of the mind of man, the evening 

 dusk and the morning glory of the soul . . . 

 one and all move inevitably, and in one way : 

 in one way come, and go, and come again. 



" Mar a bha, " As it tvas, 

 Mar a tha, As it is, 



Mar a bhitkeas As it shall be 



Gu brath Evermore 



Ri tragadh, With the ebb, 



'S ri Honadk." With the flow. 



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