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on the beach.
ON THE BEACH.
WE stroll as children, thou and I,
Upon the sandy beach,
With younger children playing nigh;
The surf-boats dance, the ships go by,
Beyond the cape's vague reach.
Upon the sandy beach,
With younger children playing nigh;
The surf-boats dance, the ships go by,
Beyond the cape's vague reach.
It is a comfort once to be
Like those young hearts again;
To feel, O friend beloved, with thee,
The broad refreshment of the sea,
In weary soul and brain.
Like those young hearts again;
To feel, O friend beloved, with thee,
The broad refreshment of the sea,
In weary soul and brain.
The white feet pattering on the sand,
The wings that dip and rise,
The mower's whistle from the land,
And girlhood's laugh, and murmuring strand,
All blend and harmonize.
The wings that dip and rise,
The mower's whistle from the land,
And girlhood's laugh, and murmuring strand,
All blend and harmonize.
