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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. |