Comes A Time

Sweet-tempered are the ocean waves,
On the shore they're breaking,
When the tide is rolling low,
Comes a time of green and
Grown, comes a time of

The Steadfast Tree.

Mean-mannered is the mid-night wind,
Breaking on a shore no more,
Comes a time of worn
And tired, comes a
Time of

The Hollowed Stump.

Copyright Denise A White