Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Tides

Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide.
   On outgoing billows it drifts from your sight,
But back on the incoming waves it may ride
   And land at your threshold again before night.
Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide.

Be careful what follies you toss in life’s sea.
   On bright dancing billows they drift far away,
But back on the Nemesis tides they may be
   Thrown down at your threshold an unwelcome day
Be careful what follies you toss in youth’s sea.

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Black Charger
3. All the World
4. At Set of Sun
5. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)

Clinton Scollard The Tides ("Through rush and reed")

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