The sea is a jovial comrade, 
He laughs wherever he goes ; 
His merriment shines in the dimpling lines 
That wrinkle his hale repose ; 
He lays himself down at the feet of the sun, 
And shakes all over with glee, 
And the broad-backed billows fall faint on the shore, 
In the mirth of the mighty sea! 
BAYARD TAYLOR. 
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