In Comes the Mighty Tide

The Bar may rave, and break the wave,
But it can’t keep back the tide;
The rollers crack, and are driven back,
But the sea is satisfied,
For its waters move from a thousand leagues,
And cannot be denied.
The shores nay shake where the billows break,
But in comes the mighty tide

"Ha, ha," says the Bar, "I can conquer you—
Wave with the crest of show."
So he slaps his knee, and he laughs in glee
At the defeated foe,
For every attempt the strong wave makes
Is foiled by the Bar with pride.
Oh foolish notion! Keep back the ocean?
In comes the mighty tide.

The world may rave and break Truth’s wave,
But it can’t keep back the tide.
In measures long with a solemn song,
Truth takes its silent stride.
Oh never the Bar could win the war
Through a million times it tried.
While shudders the earth with a new world’s birth,
In comes the mighty tide.

Poems of the Way
Walter Sargent