Isle Of Comfort

Far away beyond all sunsets,
Out beyond the leagues of sea,
Lies an island of new harbours
In stately majesty,
Unvisited, untrodden,
"Waiting for discovery.

Its beaches glimmer coolly
In the drowsy slimmer heat,
Its hills are hills of comfort
Where dreams and mortals meet,
And its grass of downy softness
For their tired feet.

They may find it when so weary
That their eyes dare hardly look
For its comfort, but they find it,
Each little dell and look
In the tender leafy rustling
—Of the pages of a book.

—H.R.B.