THE SEA-SIDE. 
** The sea! the sea! the stormy sea ! 
How dreadful in its wrath, 
When bounding o’er the billows free, 
The bark pursues her path. 
A hidden rock arrests her keel, 
She founders in the surge ; 
Her seamen’s knell, the thunder peal, 
The howling winds their dirge. 
‘« The sea! the sea! the treasured sea! 
What mines of wealth untold, 
(Could human art but set them free) 
Thy hidden coffers hold ! 
The spoils of navies in their might,— 
The young, the fair, the brave ; 
With shells, and gems of lustre bright, 
All sleep beneath thy wave. 
‘¢ The sea! the sea! the glorious sea ! 
What has the earth so fair, 
Of hill or valley, grove or lea, 
Which with it may compare ? 
Oh! I could sit for hours, to look 
Upon its wide expanse ; 
And read in its unwritten book, 
Fresh charms at every glance. 
“« The sea! the sea! the solemn sea! 
It has a voice for all : 
And e’en to heart of happiest glee 
May sober thoughts recall. 
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