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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Selected Sonnets. III. The Tides

Richard Wilton (1827–1903)

UP the long slope of this low sandy shore

Are rolled the tidal waters day by day;

Traces of wandering feet are washed away,

Relics of busy hands are seen no more.

The soiled and trampled surface is smooth’d o’er

By punctual waves that high behests obey;

Once and again the tides assert their sway,

And o’er the sands their cleansing waters pour.

Even so, Lord, daily, hourly, o’er my soul

Sin-stained and care-worn, let Thy heavenly Grace—

A blest, atoning flood—divinely roll,

And all the footsteps of the world efface,

That like the wave-washed sand this soul of mine,

Spotless and fair, smooth and serene, may shine!