THE TIDE RISES , AND THE TIDE FALL by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curfew calls;
Along the sea sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, and the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roof and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hand,
Efface the footprints in the sand,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds n their stalls;
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore,
And the tide rises, and the tide falls.

Nature here represents the recurring theme of life and death, the temporary and the permanent, the sad but sure. The tide of protests against our President’s policies rise, but the liberal, Democrat progressives do not hear the peoples’ calls. Darkness could settle soon on our roofs and walls. Morning breaks to hear Americans revving up their horse-powered engines. On the one hand, how many victims be claimed by the tide of socialism? Margaret Thatcher once said that the trouble with socialism is that eventually you run out of other people’s money. On the other hand, the tsunami of questioning and complainting rolls across this land forceful and unrelenting.