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THAT'S IT; 



THE SEA-SHORE. 



We now turn to a new world — 

 the mighty glorious sea, with its 

 varied shores, beautiful bays, 

 picturesque havens, and romantic 

 coves' and creeks. The sea! 

 ever changing in its aspects : 

 now mild as the smile of a sleep- 

 ing baby; now raging like the 

 fury of hosts at war ! 



The sea-side has ever been to 

 us a favourite spot for medita- 

 tion. It was in one of the blue 

 bays of the Cornish shore that 

 we fell into the following 



SEA-STDE MUSING. 



I would. I were a wave : and yet I know not why, 

 Save 'twere to dance, a wild and wayward 

 thing ; 



Or, calmly resting, woo the rosy evening sky ; 

 Or wake the caves, with a sweet murmuring. 



Hove the sigh the blue wave utters to the shore ; 



Its deep and mellow tone instructs my heart, 

 Seeming a whisper from the dead, who, now no 

 more, 



Tell me of earth's great plan I am a part 



A wave in life's vast sea : now flashing in the sun, 

 Now in the wide expanse of ocean lost ; 



Of countless myriads, a single nameless one, 

 By Fate's capricious breath for ever toss'd. 



And yet a simple wave hath a high part 



ordain'd— 



From earth to heaven its dewy drops exhale ; 

 And when the aerial throne its wings have 



gained, 



They ride in cooling showers before the gale. 



