Three Years

      The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

  The tide rises, the tide falls,
  The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
  Along the sea-sands damp and brown
  The traveller hastens toward the town
       And the tide rises, the tide falls.

  Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
  But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
  The little waves, with their soft white hands,
  Efface the footprints in the sands
        And the tide rises, the tide falls.

  The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
  Stamp and neigh as the hostler calls;
  The day returns, but nevermore
  Returns the traveller to the shore,
        And the tide rises, the tide falls.
   Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For Faith