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Old Mother Ocean moaned and called,
"Where are my children all?"
And from far and near the wide world o'er
They answered their mother's call.
I am a drop of pearly dew
Decking the flowers at night;
But a sudden sunbeam changes me
To a flashing diamond bright.
I am a shower of summer rain,
And within my drops I hold
An arching rainbow glorious
With sapphire, ruby, and gold.
And we are the snow and the icy hail;
By a law that the North Wind knows
He calls us to march in crystal ranks
Whenever his trumpet blows.
I am a spring like a mossy cup
Where the wild deer come to drink;
And I mirror the sky and feed the flowers
That blossom upon my brink.
And I am a rivulet leaping down
From my home on the green hillside
In a bright cascade with a shower of spray
Like a veil for a fairy bride.
And I am a river broad and strong;
A highway to the sea
I make for men, and they love me well,
For I serve them faithfully.
And we all are Ocean's children.
'T was the sun that lured us away.
We may wander far; she may wait us long,
But we 'll surely come home some day.
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