Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! 



Where the salt smell cheers the land; 

 Where the tide moves bright under boundless li.^ht, 



And the surge on the glittering strand ; 

 Where the children wade in the shallow pools. 



Or run from the path in play : 

 With the hushing waves on its golden floor, 



To sing a tuneful roundelay. 

 Down on the shore, on the stormy shore! 



Beset by growling sea, 

 Whose mad waves leap on the rocky steep. 



Like wolves up a traveler's tree; 

 Where the foam flies wide, anil an angry blast 



Blows the curlew oft" with a screech ; 

 Where the brown sea-wack, torn up by the roots. 



Is flung out of fishers" reach : 

 Where the tall ship rolls on the hidden shoals. 



Ami scatters her planks on the beach. 



11 '///. Allingkam. 



