The sea is a jovial comrade; 



He laughs wherever he goes; 

 His merriment shines in the dim- 

 pling lines 



That wrinkle his hale repose. 

 He lays him down at the feet of the 



sun 



And shaking all over with glee, 

 And the broad-backed billows fall 



faint on the shore 

 In the mirth of the mighty sea! 

 BAYARD TAYLOR, Wind and 

 Sea. 



