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I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails
to the morning breeze, and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch her
until she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky
come down to meet and mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, “There! She’s gone!”
Gone where? Gone from my sight--that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side,
and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination.
Her diminished size is in me, and not in her.
And just at that moment when someone at my side says, “There! She’s gone!”
there are other eyes watching for her coming; and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout: “There she comes!”
And that is--"dying."
This poem first appeared in the Northwestern Christian Advocate, July 13, 1904).
It is now in the public domain.
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Rev. Luther F. Beecher (1813 - 1903) was a Baptist minister and temperance advocate born in Connecticut. A graduate of Yale, he was a cousin of Henry Ward Beecher. Rev. Beecher helped establish the Saratoga Female Seminary at Temple Grove, and served as its principal for several years.
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joecot:
I would like to offer a big thank you to Captain Stanfield for inspiring Your Daily Poem. We are all the richer for it. And it's continued existence is an illustration of the meaning of this poem.
Posted 03/02/2017 01:18 PM
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njc:
This is one I keep in my notebook--but now I can be assured I have the original version and author. Thanks.
Posted 03/02/2017 12:10 PM
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rhonasheridan:
Completely lovely. There is need for such a poem where I live. My copy will be well used. Thank you so much Jayne.,
Posted 03/02/2017 11:18 AM
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cork:
Jayne, thank you for finding this poem and publishing it on YDP.
Posted 03/02/2017 08:03 AM
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gsen_dgh:
So simply and beautifully put!
Posted 03/02/2017 05:41 AM
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