Nunc Dimittis

Highlands of Navesink, By the blue ocean's brink, Let your gray bases drink Deep of the sea. Tide that comes flooding up, Fill me a stirrup cup, Pledge me a parting sup, Now I go free.

Wall of the Palisades, I know where greener glades, Deeper glens, darker shades, Hemlock and pine, Far toward the morning lie Under a bluer sky, Lifted by cliffs as high, Haunts that are mine.

Marshes of Hackensack, See, I am going back Where the Quinnipiac Winds to the bay, Down its long meadow track, Piled with the myriad stack, Where in wide bivouac Camps the salt hay.

Spire of old Trinity, Never again to be Sea-mark and goal to me As I walk down; Chimes on the upper air, Calling in vain to prayer, Squandering your music where Roars the black town:

Bless me once ere I ride Off to God's countryside, Where in the treetops hide Belfry and bell; Tongue of the steeple towers, Telling the slow-paced hours-- Hail, thou still town of ours-- Bedlam, farewell!