The Secret Splendour

(Lines for a card with the painting of a boat being launched amidst a flying mass of foam, waves rising and toppling over, and against a background of endless-seeming sea and sky.)

Frail boat of mine,

 Be brave! Far though you wander,

Your prow will face a secret yonder:

 Ever the gleam of a new horizon-line

 Is the Divine.

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