The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

THE HUT BY THE SEA.



HERE is my hut beside the hilly sea,
    A sweet, small resting-place, so soft and warm,
Though framed by desolate immensity,
    And rocked within the arms of every storm.

Each home where love abides is even so,

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    A steadfast joy beneath a changing sky;
And all the storms of life that round it blow
    Are but its cradle and its lullaby. [Page 33]