I am standing on the sea shore.
A ship sails and spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her, until at
last she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says:
"She is gone."
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her, until at
last she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says:
"She is gone."
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all;
she is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was
when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living
freight to its destination.
she is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was
when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living
freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not her;
and just at the moment when someone at my side says;
"She’s gone" there are others who are watching her coming,
and those other voices take up a gland shout,
"There she comes!"
and just at the moment when someone at my side says;
"She’s gone" there are others who are watching her coming,
and those other voices take up a gland shout,
"There she comes!"
and that is dying.
Anyone know who wrote this?
3 comments:
Had to google it, but it was Henry Van Dyke.
My heart paused a second yesterday when I heard one of the boys who died was a twin. His parents had placed his sister in another classroom, and her class survived by hiding in a bathroom. Cannot imagine what the young siblings are dealing with right now.
My Googling says The Sailing Ship - Bishop Charles Henry Brent (1862-1929)
I know Monica, I cried when I read that. There really is an extra connection with twins...that sweet girl is going to have a hard time of it. I'm praying that her family knows Jesus and that God comforts her and draws her to Him.
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