THE SUMMER SEA

By Charles Kingsley

Soft soft wind, from out the sweet south sliding,

Waft thy silver cloud webs athwart the summer sea;

Thin thin threads of mist on dewy fingers twining

Weave a veil of dappled gauze to shade my babe and me.

Deep deep Love, within thine own abyss abiding,

Pour Thyself abroad, O Lord, on earth and air and sea;

Worn weary hearts within Thy holy temple hiding,

Shield from sorrow, sin, and shame my helpless babe and me.