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The Land Beyond the Sea


Marie la Fauconniere            




Where is the wanderer, bold bonny warrior,
Brave canny sailor, oh where is he now?
Gone to find marvels that lie past the sunset,
Chasing a star o'er his prow?
Wand'ring in woodlands in search of wild creatures,
Learning the life-tale of each leaf and tree
Wise in the ways of the storms and the seasons,
Blazing new paths in the land beyond the sea.

Wood was his calling, its crafting his passion
The work of his hands and a lifetime of skill,
Bending his thoughts toward the birth of new beauty
Shaping its strength to his will.
A maker, a mender, a free-hearted giver,
On field or in workshop a teacher was he
Swift was his bowstring and straight were his arrows
And bold was the path that he trod for all to see.

Seeker of wisdom, a faithful companion
Gentle-souled dreamer, my lover, my friend
Defending the right as he saw it, believing in
Honor and truth to the end.
The great heart is stilled and the hands, they lie empty,
And mem'ry is all that remains now to me,
But one day again in the Isles of the Blessed
We'll walk hand in hand in the land beyond the sea.
The great heart is stilled and the hands, they lie empty,
And mem'ry is all that remains now to me,
But one day again in the Isles of the Blessed
We'll walk hand in hand in the land beyond the sea.


© Nita Lewis



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