The Three Voices by Robert Service
The waves have a story to tell me, As i lie on the lonely beach; Chanting aloft the pine tops, The wind has a lesson to teach; But the stars sing an anthem of glory I cannot put into speech.
The waves tell of ocean spaces, Of hearts that are wild and brave, Of populous city places, Of desolate shore they lave, Of men who sally in teh quest of gold To sink in an ocean grave.
The wind is a mighty roamer; He bids me keep me free, Clean from the taint of teh gold-lust, Hardy and pure as he; Cling to nature, As a child to the mothers knee.
But the stars throng out in their glory, And they sing of the god in man; They sing of the mighty master, Of the loom his fingers span, Where a star or a soul is a part of the whole, And weft in the wonderous plan.
Here by the camp-fires flicker, Deep in my blanket curled, I long for the place of the pine-gloom, When the scroll of the lord is unfurled, And the wind and the wave are silent, And world is singing to world.
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