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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

O Birds that Flit by Ocean’s Rim

By Edward King (1848–1896)

[From Echoes from the Orient. 1880.]

O BIRDS that flit by ocean’s rim,

And make your plaint to silent sky:

O waves that lap horizons dim,

Ye shall be tranquil by and by!

O rose-tree giving petals fair

In some lost garden lone to lie,

Weep not because your stems are bare;

They shall reblossom by and by.

O singer, singing in the night,

Turn not and curse the heavens and die;

Your heritage is peace and light—

You shall be richer by and by!